As you can see, there's not mushroom.

Some people are, what I like to call, mushrooms. No, not because they are poisonous. But because they seem to spring up after a good rain. And like the rain in Los angeles, it happens rarely and at random times.

I'm talking about those people that you talk to for periods of time and then stop for whatever reason. Then some time passes, you move on with life and sometimes even forget about them a little....and then WHAM! you have a missed call or a text message to your old phone number.

It's amusing to me. I'm allergic to mushrooms.