The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Rounding First September 06th, 2012 Instead of teasing myself by rounding first and only going half way to the island that’s nestled between first and third on my baseball diamond, today’s my day I get to second base. I don’t want to return to the safety of first base.   I’ve been there done that. I need to have a stand up double. The crack of the bat drowns out the crowd as the ball launches out to center field. I run up the first baseline watching the ball disappear in the lights of the stadium. The white ball becoming engulfed in the white lights of the burning clandestine heat, emanating from the candlepower of the large steal structures that house the bulbs. The crowd roars with excitement. The sound from the bat gives them the false hope that I may have hit it out of the ballpark. The fans behind home plate rise to their feet creating a domino effect the spreads down the first and third baselines as each fan gets on their feet to cheer...

You are here: Home » Captain Imperfecto's Lake View September 05, 2012 Ever feel that your life could be on the pages of a sitcom script making fun of your most humbling moments ... [Gilligan's Island music] "Just sit right back And you'll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip, That started from this modest dock, aboard Captain Imperfecto’s tiny ship. The first mates were tiny sailin' men, the Captain new, but sure, One passenger to set sail that day, For a brief island tour, a brief island tour. "The weather wasn’t getting rough, But the tiny ship was stopped. If not for the courage of the fearless crew The captain would be lost. The captain would be lost.   "The ship set ground in the middle of the lake Of this uncharted water stream, With Christopher, And Nico too, Captain Imperfecto, And his dog, The good friend Ron, and the fun, Here on Captain Imperfecto's lake view." [Camera Pan in] V...

You are here: Home » Ray of Hope September 4th, 2012 Things are so fucking dark. And I don't mean when the sun goes down and the streetlights go on. It's just black inside and out. How the hell can you see in the dark? You just have to wing it and figure out exactly where you are. It's too bad being in the dark isn't as easy as being in your house. I can get around my house in the dark because I know where the hell everything is. It's the one thing normal in my life that doesn't change. It never changes. The same things are there that have been there since we moved into this damn place. If I was blind and deaf, I could move about my house without a stumble. But beyond my front door, I am expected to know where life begins anew when I don't have a fucking clue. No matter how many times I have driven down my street. No matter how many times I have gone to the same grocery store. No matter how often I drive my children to some kind of function. It is d...

You are here: Home » Mindless ThoughtsvBefore Tomorrow Comes August 29th, 2012 I sit in my car's driver's seat, waiting for my red light to turn green. Cars move before me, their patience paying off as they charge through the green light. My thoughts are so deep I don't even know they're there. But they must be because they are interrupting my concentration. I'm caught between my deep thoughts and staring into the far-off distance occupying my mind. The clouds above me are dark and moving fast across the sky, begging for my attention, but I don't look up. I still stare straight ahead. Much like the cars moving left to right in front of my windshield, I don't have to pay attention to know they are there. The clouds are as large as the ocean, encompassing everything that gets in its way, including deep-thought motorists, who know a lot about them for someone not seeming to care. The day is gloomy for a mid-afternoon. It's the perfect backdrop fo...

You are here: Home » Field of Dreams August 27th, 2012 The freshly cut grass greets me as the aroma tantalizes my senses. There's nothing better than stepping on the grass of an open field filled with possibilities. The sight before me is endless in my field of dreams. It's where I can be a kid again and frolic in the wide-open spaces. This field is where I can discover my youth again. Like a kid, I run and play, remembering when I was a child playing freeze tag with all my friends. To be young again with my friends would indeed be remarkable! The soft grass beneath my bare feet comforts me by allowing me to reminisce about my youthful innocence before discovering life's harsh realities. Why does my fountain of youth only exist in my memories? It's out here on these green canvases between the white lines that mark off the field as I run from line to line. It's the orange dirt woven into the fabric of Mother Nature's lush green carpet. My youth can be f...

You are here: Home » One Hundred Thousand Words  Yes, I'm Lying Down August 25th, 2012 One hundred stories were published, and over one hundred thousand words were written on these pages. It was as if each letter was a tear shed from my emotions and found its way onto the screen. I never thought our life would become this big and resonate with so many people. I did not believe that this would matter to so many people. Initially, I did not understand why The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto would become so meaningful to so many people worldwide in the different ways it has. But as that fact has time to simmer in my mind, I am grateful and humbled that it has. I wrote to vent, laugh, shout, remember, cry, and let in those I otherwise would never have let in before. These words speak for so many. From moms and dads, friends, brothers, and sisters from all walks of life, my words have hit a nerve of expression for many people. Words comfort you when you're all alone. Word...

You are here: Home » Shoulda,Coulda, Woulda August 23rd, 2012 Standing alone facing infinity, wishing for an end to slowly fade into sight so I know I'm okay. It's such a lonely feeling when the ones you love don't care. It makes you feel dead inside. The noise around me is the only thing that lets me know I am still alive. My feelings were lost long ago somewhere out there, numbing my pain, feeling no hurt I could cause to others, not willing to care. I reach out into the thin air, but my hands flail around, grasping at nothing because there is nothing to hold. My strength keeps me planted at my base as I try to reinforce my foundation with a positive outlook and imagine that there is something real and meaningful to tell me,  "Things are going to be alright." The road to despair is a long journey that requires you to look deep within yourself. Believing that there is a reason for this, then laughing out loud because that belief is such bullshit. You...