The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Running on Empty *The first sentence has a curse word only. October 19th, 2012 Why is empty such a shitty thing? Like a tank of gas that displays on the gauge as running on empty, being on empty can get your anxiety going. It never lets you relax. You have one eye on the fuel gauge and another eye on the lookout for a gas station or the nearest highway exit. No doubt about it being empty sucks. Empty. Like that glass of wine or your favorite drink dwindling down to the bottom. You savor that last little bit at the bottom of your glass, afraid to take that last sip. Your eyes gaze around on the hunt for your waiter to bring you a refill before you consume the rest. Barren. Like a desert, as you search for water to quench your thirst. Your body is so depleted of nutrients that you don't even sweat. The sand is so hot that even its particles dust up and burn your skin. Your tongue is swollen and dry as you hunger for the taste of wetness to touch your...

You are here: Home » Three Ring Circus October 17th, 2012 "Step right up, folks. Step right up and look at what we have here for you. "That's right, a grieving widower right out of Florida. One ticket will get you inside, folks. Step right up, and you can watch him grieve and hear him cry; he'll make you laugh. "It's a sight for the young and the young at heart. You won't be disappointed. Just a nickel for your thoughts and a penny for his." In the arena of a three-ring circus, I am king. I put on an excellent show for those who decide to pony up their five cents and witness my life on the line. It's a sight to behold and well worth the money to watch me try to figure out what is happening in my world and my life. The cable gets extended whenever I think I'm at the end of my high-wire act. I balance myself to further my journey, but my arms are tired of holding the balance beam that titters on the brink of crashing below from my failin...

You are here: Home » Easy Sunday, A Short Story *Warning there is swearing in this story October 15th, 2012 Days can be pretty simple in law enforcement on a Sunday. One of the reasons someone becomes a cop is for the adrenaline rush you get when you hunt the bad guy/girl. But once you get in this field, you quickly realize that the job is about 90 percent boredom, 9 percent balls-to-wall excitement, and   then 1 percent standing around waiting for the detectives to arrive. This particular Sunday was no different. The day was slow. It wasn't just one of those drawn-out days that seemed never-ending. It was one of those, look at the clock and realize that only 15 minutes had passed since the last time you looked at it; the small clock hand seems to be locked on the current hour as the second hand just drags across the face of the clock like nails on a chalkboard.  It's a day you try to help push the seconds along. "Damn, I just wanna go home,"  I said to...