Makeup Breakup Shake Up
Krüde is often times in the company of beautiful women.
Blondes. Brunettes. Red Heads. Black hair. Doesn’t matter to me. Pussy be pink.
Broads be broads.
Fifty five. My age. Not too sure how many more spins
around the sun are in my proverbial tarot cards. Seen lots of things this world
has to offer. If I croaked tomorrow, no regrets. Women are great. Often
better than men. I’ve been with lots more than my share of beautiful females. Krüde
be Krüde. No compromise. I ride my journey through life on my own track.
It’s a one way ticket. No return.
Since I’ve been writing online blogs (11 years or so),I have
dated 6 chicks. Each girlfriend had their own merits. As well as their
own faults. In other words…. Shit didn’t work out. Always a two way
street though. I ain’t no saint either. Bet you knew that already
You’d
think I’d learn.
Nope. I am the hopeless non romantic. I don’t like holidays.
Or talking on the phone. I’d rather offer up my left nut to science than have
to pretend to enjoy shopping at a discount department store. Chicks dig that
shit. I don’t.
Most importantly, my recent split from a beautiful woman was
due to addiction issues. And not on my part. Watching the person closest to me
ruin herself by becoming blackout drunk no less than three times a week was
awful. Getting thrown out of hotels due to her boozing wasn’t fun either. Or
the time she made a secret ‘cocktail’ before going to a show in NYC. Filling a
sports drink bottle with ¾ vodka and hiding the scent of alcohol with incessant
cigarette smoking was her MO that evening during the drive. Once in NYC, she
disappeared into a bathroom at a random clothing store. Then came out with a
$400 jacket 2 minutes later. She proceeded to order more booze at a restaurant until
she couldn’t stand up without support. Had to miss the rock show… Way more to
tell, but you get the point. Alcoholism is a disease that needs to be treated by
professionals. I couldn’t persuade her into a program to recovery. So the
split had to happen. Weird that I post this blog on a booze related
website. Or that my well seasoned soul couldn’t bear the weight of a pretty
girl with a drinking problem. I worry about her. She is incredible when sober. A
nightmare when drunk
Writing about failure is very human. We fail more than we succeed. Life isn’t always fair. Being an addict doesn’t make somebody inhuman. Showing compassion towards those who are less ‘together’ should be common practice. Be real. Too much bullshit floating around these days. Mahalo
KK