Used Too
Krüde ain’t your average ordinary schlep that bitches
and moans on the interweb. I complain about injustice and things I find to be
reprehensible. Which is most of what I see that surrounds me every day. My 52
years on Earth has toughened my calloused skin shell for life. Nothing really
bothers me too much. Except for things I used to do with regularity
(that I can’t do anymore due to age). I will explain:
Sex used to be no less than twice a night with my chicks.
Often 4 times a day/night was the norm. Now 3 times a week is about all my
wretched spine can handle
Never had issues with my stomach until my skeletal health
issues became worse and the doctor prescribed more medicine. I could eat or
drink anything at anytime. Didn’t matter. I never got nauseated. Now I find
myself eating and drinking mild forms of sustenance. And keeping the heavier
items for very special occasions
Weird that I will ever complain about my hair. I am at an
age when most men don’t even have half of what I have growing from my head. But
I can tell that my hair is genuinely getting thinner all around. And that comes
with age. But still…. It is a kick in the nuts to not have what I had hair
wise. If you see me with really long, thick hair, it is a wig. No shame in
wearing a rug. ALL shame in wearing a bad rug
I don’t feel the same sense of urgency when watching a
live sporting event on television. I used to live and die by over/unders and kickers
making 2 or more field goals. Now I watch games for the bad calls and obvious negative
reactions from disgruntled fans
Life is a long distance run. With a few quick sprints thrown in. Staying true to oneself isn’t an easy task when getting older. Adapting and thriving on a variable constant is the key to quality living. I’ve been up. I’ve been down. And everything in between. I am in it for the long haul. With strong meds. Cheers!
Pills and thrills….
KK
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