Kick Ball
“get your kicks on Route 66”
Another vintage song inspiring Krüde to type out a
blog. Getting ‘kicks’ is my kind of fun. Defining ‘kicks’ is up to the
individual. Me being ‘Krude’ means my fun must be Ultra Hedo. Hedonism
in its rawest form. Strong booze. Powerful drugs. And stronger women. Add a bitchin’
city or town to call home for a few days. Whew. Time for fun. Soon
Every generation has their methods for getting off. Being
intoxicated is the usual table setter. From there it is Game On. What I see
from my vantage point is the younger crowds seem to enjoy using their Palm God
i.e. cell phone to make things happen. Use a cash app to pay. Take a picture.
Film a short video to upload to social media. Set the controls for silent and
make a lot noise. Hmmm. That is way different from my generation. We only
carried cash, a drivers license and a rubber. And a ton of game
I grew up in the 1970s. Was a teenager in the 1980s. Became
a father in the 1990s. It has been a weird ride to say the least. Being part of
these 3 decades has been the main muse for me getting my yuks. The 70s were
raw. The 80s were tight. The 90s… Well I kinda remember that decade. All good
anyways. I’m still standing. And fucking. Mahalo
No spider eggs in Bubble Yum…
KK
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