My favourite stranger (Athenian Stories)

Jim was a man that didn't know how to use simple words or talk about random things. He knew how to read through people though and that was something he was doing well.He was always saying that he had the greatest talent but it was too much for him to bear. ''Human vanity can turn into a force so strong that could make a star fall'' he said and the brightest stars of his life faded through what came and was much more bigger than his confidence.
 He was dressed in a suit that used to be in vogue 4-5 years ago, it was rather a reflection of him, of what he used to be and of what he couldn't be anymore. His hands were clean,without scars, you could tell that his job couldn't have been something that involved manual work. His manners and expressions came out almost mechanically, as a robot scheduled to do everything regally but somehow on the way its program got crushed. He was holding a newspaper dated 3/4/2009.Although at that time it was 2011, he was always reading it along with a coffee that he was taking for free from a certain cafe. I always paid for mine. He was laughing about that but it didn't bother me. Even his laughter came out with coughs and bitterness. That time he said to me that even his grandchildren could drink from that cafe anything for free due to the overall tips he had left along with the usual money for the past years until 2009.
He wasn't saying too much. Most of the times he was talking to himself. But not in the psycho way you imagine. In the way we all talk to ourselves sometimes, it's just that he was doing it more frequently. I didn't mind because i was learning, i was observing and reaching conclusions and insights from the best, that believed that his dream sandcastle was never going to be drifted away by bigger waves and its ruins penetrated by greater sharks.
I used to find him on a bench every two weeks, only on Sundays, until he missed our usual, unconditional and unscheduled appointment.Then he missed the next one and afterwards the next after that. The cafe supervisor said to me that Mr.Jim was found in front of a once classy restaurant that had been closed for 2 years. The only thing that he wrote on a half burned piece of paper was '' the accounts have been covered''.

.*glue b*