Rendezvous
15 July 08 : 02.10 AM
Shout Out Louds - Impossible
About an hour ago at the Olde Cuban on a wet Monday night, somewhere along the line we touched fleetingly on the subject of parental figures.
I mentioned examples that showed my father as a strict and harsh man. I talked about his biting/acerbic sarcasm. I talked about how he once, at 4am, brought Wilson to the police station because he suspected he was on drugs.
But I never mentioned the tenderness, though very very significant to me, that I only seem to remember when I'm making the contrast. How when I was at 15, he was the one who would drive me home after I hung out with my friends, at 3am. How he sometimes, when I least expect it, tells me I'm beautiful.