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...

You are here: Home » Finding a Little Peace and Hope October 11th, 2012 What am I doing? I'm trying too much, too soon. I am trying to figure out what I am trying to gain by taking on so much in so little time. Life doesn't always have to be so difficult. Deep down, you know others are going through their own heartaches. Still, when the heartaches are being thrown at you constantly, you can't help but think that a black cloud is over your head and every moment will be dreadful for the rest of your life. It makes one feel very morbid. I try to see the glimmer of hope. You know, that silver lining in my cloud, but damn it, where is it? Whatever sins I have committed, I should finally be covered. Or, at least, I thought I would be. Is my glass half full, or is it half empty? When my son was hurt on the very boat I bought to forget about life for a while, from all our recent heartache, I couldn't help but cuss it out. At the same time, I held my son on the ...

You are here: Home » George Flew, Your Story Not everyone has the greatest high school time but sometimes it's fun to change that and get lost in a world that isn't normal for you. Here you go S.B. October 8th, 2012 Try as he might, George could never gain the respect from his high school senior class that he'd always hoped he would. The president of the Chess Club, he sang in the chorus before Glee made it hip and even skipped school with the rest of the senior class. He didn't want to be rude to his teachers even though he had an early release note from his mom to leave that day. His last ditch effort to be cool was to join the Adventure Club with the other young studs in the school. When word got out that he would join the fun on the last great senior school run, no one wanted him to go. "George,"  Cindy asked in her snobbish tone in front of the entire lunch crowd,  "I hear you're going sky diving with the senior class's Adventu...

You are here: Home » With Love... October 5th, 2012 They were our daughters. We saw them grow each week from the second we saw them lying side-by-side in the womb to the moment the ultrasound technician showed us their faces on the monitor; we knew that they would always be a part of us. A part of her. Six years have passed, and yet, there will be years seven and eight without knowing who you were outside, the life you saw inside, and your mom's womb. And now your mom is gone, too. She is in heaven, holding you the way I had you the day you were lost forever. I hope the warmth we transferred to you through our love and care is now being given to you by your mom as you gaze down upon me from heaven. Although you aren't here for me to watch you grow, you have grown in my mind, soul, and dreams.  Gabriella, I hold you close. I run my hands through your hair and see your mother in your eyes. I rub your face and kiss your nose. I love you as I did the first day I held you in...

You are here: Home » Anchor's Away October 3rd, 2012 Just a glorious day on my boat adventures with the boys, but man, this damn boat has been a headache since I've purchased it. However, despite all the issues I have with owning a boat, I do love it. I'm just a glutton for the punishment owning a boat puts me through. You know what they say the boat acronym stands for, don't you? Break Out Another Thousand. Boy, that ain't lying. The problems have just stemmed from trailering the damn thing. If it wasn't for driving the boat across the land to get to the water, we'd be  just  fine. On day two of consecutive boating, things have been great. I dropped the boat in the water by the docks. "Nico! Sit back, daddy can't see, sit back, Nico. So daddy can see that outside side mirror." The trailer hits the water, and the boat enjoys its bath as it's finally in its element. I jump out of the truck and walk to the head of the trailer, where...