story [fiction] p1

its been two years, since the last time i saw him outside the diner. i remember the details as if they were happening in slow motion right in front of my eyes. he had on that stupid brown shirt covered in candy skulls, torn up krew jeans and frazzled lakais with more wholes on the bottom than surface. his fashion sense was tasteless, appalling manners, lack of motivation and nothing incredibly special, but neither was i. so it all basically evened out. putting my whole experience with him into perspective, and why things ended so grim. i remember when my grandfather died, i was seven, i didnt know what death was, or how much it effected people, then he came along, and it hurt. for the first time i felt what it was like to loose something without warning. Here is why i lost everything. this is the truth, no details spared, no feelings being considered, no fingers pointed.