Random thought

Poems to come later today.  I had a busy weekend that involved getting drunk, paying $15 for parking, and some ramen.  Maybe some tears here and there.

My mother looks very weak but that's probably still the drugs in her.  She looked much better my last day, but she still spoke quite slow.

What's random about that?  Nothing.  Here's my random thought.  I remember when I was a kid I used to rub my dad's face whenever he hadn't shaved.  He never grew a beard or anything (although he did have a moustache), but he let scruff grow from time to time.  I remember finding that texture so unique on his face.  And now I find that I have it if it's been 2 or 3 days after I shaved.  Weird how things like that happen.