These R No Blues
Getting to 55 years old was
a feat that I didn’t even think I had in me. Krüde nearly died twice in
a hospital, before the age of 32 (not my fault). Been bankrupted by shady scumbags (family
members and awful broads). Had a bullseye on my forehead for most of the
90’s (I plead the 5th).Etc…Etc..Etc…. Throughout all of the
bullshit that life has thrown my direction, I’m still Here. I wake up. I get
moving. Rinse. And repeat….
Never went too far with booze or strong drugs. Never went
overboard with sexual partners. Always knew when to say when. Then when it
was least expected, shit
would hit the fan. And life would become LIFE.
If life is all about surviving bad news, I’ve lived the life
of 10 humans. It is what comes with living a life that doesn’t subscribe to any
cranial interference. My ‘faith’ comes from knowing that I will always get up
after being knocked down. Krüde don’t need no crutches. Or sour hunches.
Tattoos and piercings have never been my thing. I just wear
my injury and surgical scars as my body art. Those wounds tell a much better
story than getting pierced or inked on a dumb, drunken night.
Mother Love Bone. Damn. What a fine musical band. I
wrote a blog about them a few years back. This bands’ aural aura always seems
to find its way to my ears. ‘ Devine glory, the expression. The knees bow, the
tongue confesses’. Andy Wood wrote those lyrics. I don’t proclaim
myself as being a man of golden words. But I ain’t ever shy of having something
to express. I spread the Krüde thick .A six napkin worthy drip.
Hair. Yes. Hair. My hair. Damn. I’m a lucky
sum bitch to have the lid I have at age 55. I just add black dye every month
and invest in quality hair care products. Such as Biolage shampoo and
conditioner. Worth every penny I pay for those items. They ain’t cheap, that’s
for certain. Nor is the upkeep of my skin. Gotta stay out of the sun. And
moisturize. Weird talk from a heterosexual, huh? If it works-more power to it.
Or so I says…
Being real and true to myself comes from never caring what others think of me. I just respect everybody and everything until I have a reason not to. To say that I respect myself would be a vast understatement. I just keep rolling along…. For good. For bad. For the fuck of it. Mahalo
Love
Peace
and
Soul,
KK