When Did I Become My Dad?
I’m not one for celebrating holidays or birthdays or any of
that socially accepted bullshit. Krüde marches to his own beat. Though
there is a day I must think about every time the Earth spins 360° around
the Sun. That day is my birthday 7/31. Since I’ve already stated
that I don’t celebrate birthdays, let me explain this particular date. I happen
to share the birthdate with my late father. Not only share the date, but
the same hospital. Same hospital delivery room. And the same exact time of
day. Just 26 years apart. Strange but true. My question now is: When did I become my dad?
It was inevitable that something would happen in my life that would mirror his.
Mojo Nixon wrote a song called When Did I Become My
Dad? He started to recognize the similarities in their lives as he got older. When
I look to everything that has transpired over the past few years, all signs
point to me being like my old man, to a degree
I often find myself giving out tax return advice (he was an
accountant). I did listen to him when he told me what can be claimed for
deductions and what cannot. He did bed down in a Federal prison for a
short stint due to his ‘creative’ accounting. Long story… I will talk about it
in more detail sooner or later. Still, some of the people involved in his
‘racket’ are still in the news.
My love of sports has also waned over time like him. I find
it very tough to watch an entire MLB game. Or have the patience to watch
an entire Monday Night Football broadcast. I recall sitting with him in Marco
Island, Florida in 1995 at a marina bar. He was 51 at that point and told me
about not really liking to go to see a sporting event in person anymore. While
we drank a few beers at the bar, a college football broadcast was on the
television. He kept looking up at the score and scores of other games. So his love
(addiction) for getting action on a game never wavered. I am the same way at
age 53. I just don’t bet college football. Give me a craps table and an NFL
mismatch for my action
Cologne. Yes. I wear cologne every time I walk out of the
house. He did too. Real ginzo behavior. Since he worked office jobs his whole
life, it was quite ok to wear a nice cologne to work. Since my employment became
office based (in 2006), I spray on whatever fragrance I feel works best in that
situation. Chicks dig it. And that’s all that matters
My sister went to a psychic recently. This psychic told her
that me and my father had been twins in a previous life. And our occupation was
that of pirates. I had to laugh at this shit. Though, I did become an Oakland
Raiders fan at a very young age. And I do like to travel….
Noted dates are like a boomerang. They always come back around and fly right by. 7/31 is my Achilles all year round. I’m just learning to live with it peacefully. Mahalo
Love comes in spurts,
KK
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