The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

You are here: Home » Message from Chris June 19th, 2012 Please bear with me. I am updating my blog site. I'm adding new features and it's  in the middle of construction. There are more features and a new look! Please check it out. I have added a Forum with a Messages Board. This is operational now for open topics for discussion. I added an About section. A secured email section that you can use to receive emails from my blog sent directly to you, its operational. A secure contact page for direct emails to me and a P.O. Box for snail mail. We also added scrolling pictures. I am very excited to have this more functional and user friendly site to keep you coming back for more. Stay tuned. will update as new things roll out. Thank you for your continued support, the boys and I appreciate it. It has been a very difficult few months with even harder ones to come. Please continue to support us and retwet or like a page you enjoyed to garner more support. Thanks Guys! ...

You are here: Home » Breaking Through the Mirror June 19th, 2012 I am caught in between a dimension that separates reality and fantasy. Like a House of Mirrors, I do not know what I am truly looking at, other than myself, who is staring right back at me. I bow my head so I do not get disoriented, hoping it will disappear. But when I open my eyes, the reflection is still there, casting back my image a thousand times. I'm still trying to find the real me. While stranded in this time and space, I wish to prove the theory of relativity among the mirrors and find a portal that I can travel through by bending time, curving it to the points of my life I long to fix. Discarding any paradox that could end a world, I feel, is already gone. I hope to intervene in fate by returning things to how they were. I have to solve my need to go back and move forward. The ability to stop the worst of our life before the best of our life begins is a world only accomplished in movies...

You are here: Home » Either You Have it or you Don't, A Short Story June 14th, 2012 I was just released from my field trainer and was finally on my own after two months of road patrol training in my new police career. Being new, a rookie, you are regulated to the night shift. It’s part of the process. Paying your dues on nights while gaining the respect of the veteran officers who already did their time, working the late shift and “humping calls.” That’s what it’s all about. Proving your worth in the field. The veteran officers considered me a good guy since being hired; it didn’t mean I was on the easy street with them, though. There is more than being a good guy utilizing your personality to make friends. You have to prove yourself in other ways by using everything about yourself. Do you have common sense? Are you going to get involved or sit back and do nothing? Are you a team player? I would tell Mimie that I wanted to be a good backup officer because if the officer ...

June 12, 2012 I am encased in my weekend cocoon. I feel safe here, sandwiched in between my Friday and Sundays. There really is no worry in my glass that surrounds me, other then what to do with the boys to keep them occupied. It’s the only time I feel normal, because after all, who wants the weekend to end? I escape in the weekends because it’s when I don’t have to worry about bills, banks and responsibilities. I can shelf them in the back of my mind until my eyes open first thing Monday morning when I’m open for business. Until then, I do my best to ignore the fact that Monday is looming out there, and spend time in between the Sat and the Sun enjoying the day before they fade away. The weekends are when I try to recover and heal from a never ending barrage of misfortune and stress from a week of uncertainty. When you lose someone as important to you as your children’s mother, your coping skills go beyond a normal three day bereavement afforded to you from work, family ...

June 9th, 2012 The words echo into my brain as I slowly fade to black. My soul rises out of its integument, leaving its carriage behind. I hover above myself as I absorb the life of those around me. My energy quickly evaporates into thin air as I say goodbye to the carcass that is now empty and soulless. Just remnants of who I once was and who I'll never be again. My noumenon bouncing around the walls, I playfully celebrate my freedom. I pass through my loved ones, breathing life into their sorrows and supplying them with vitality and strength. My essence dissipates, but I leave the gift of love as I journey into the heavens. I move across the bright sky, which, even at night, is illuminated by the light that radiates from my aura. I am free as a bird, and   all my worries are left behind. My journey will continue, but not here, not now. My climb continues above the earth but not at the speed of light or sound. My ascend is slow and deliberate, taking one last glance befor...

*To read entire series click here June 6th, 2012 I decided to tell this story because it was a pivotal loss we had between losing the twins and the birth of our oldest son, Nico. It was a trying time for her and me. That period tested everything our relationship was about and everything it would be. We were desperate to heal ourselves and try to replace the loss we suffered on that terrible October morning in 2006 when we suffered a double loss of twins the morning, we were scheduled to give birth. Mimie was very strong, but strength can only last so long. There Always Time: I've Got Twins PART VI I removed my bright maglight flashlight from its holster attached to my gun belt. I used the 24,000 candle power to light up the inside passenger compartment of the car. The bright light would shine on a reality of life that is more common than some think. And total bullshit to come across after what Mimie and I just went through. It made me question my faith in God and the pro...