How He Felt So I don't forget his hands were brown spotted with the years but smooth warm at first from the fever and cooler as the day went. The skin thin on the arm it crinkled like aluminum foil. The arm hairs short. His forehead felt dry ashy but his hair was cool thin but still soft and bouncy But the eyes yellow in the whites and the olive was dull. He had a not great beard going and the electric razor I bought him sat in a box at home. Shallow breathing. A hard rasp every so often. The last fight.