Lost Love and Highways
As Krude Experience readers already know, I usually title these blogs using a song title. This time,I'm not naming the musical artist who wrote it. I am living the lyrics of the song. Not by choice. Circumstances currently dictate a minor key soundtrack spinning non stop inside a thick wall of tinnitus. And bloodshot eyes serving as invitation to my Krude soul. Only the strong survive. Barely
I often hit the road when I need a change of scenery.Usually
with a huge payoff at the chosen destinations: Rock gig,pussy,casino, fine restaurant,fireworks
stand etc... The word you don't see in that list is love. Living,breathing
full time hedonism never lends itself to tugging on heart strings. Not mine,at
least.
A conversation with a never married,no children friend of
mine recently opened my bloodshot eyes a bit. He has a long term girlfriend
that he doesn't want to marry. I ask why he is wasting her time without final commitment.
He said " I'm not meant to be locked into something". I said
"you already are". Lucky him. And he doesn't even realize it.
I know I'm weird. To most,its an acquired waste. I was born
like this. I don't believe in destiny. Or karma. Or anything speculative. I
live in the now.
The one that got away... I guess they all got away.
From me. Or me from them. Doesn't matter now. No looking back.
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in is necessary. If you
mind getting wet.
Broken hearts are for assholes. Frank Zappa wrote
and sang that tune. He was a happily married man when that song came out.
Lost Love and Highways. Like Jack to Coke. A burger
to a bun. Together as one
Undone
Jailhouse Rock was about prison sex
KK
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