He always had long dirty finger and toe nails. His toenails were hard and fungal. They had a greenish yellow tinge when the sun light hit them. The sun light rarely entered the house, he declared that the house looks cleaner when the curtains are pulled. When the sun shone through, thick coatings of dust could be seen flying through the air like snowflakes. As he choked through his tabacco filled lungs, he smacked the phlegm around in his mouth like a delicacy.

He watched day time TV. He guffawed at Jerry springer as he shaved the heels of his foot down with an old razor. Shavings of skin fell like grated cheese down onto the living room table. The table already covered in old coffee mugs and spit cups. His feet nestled between a spit cup and a cup with 3 week old coffee gathering dust and mites.

He stuck his pinky finger into his belly button and scooped out a combo of fluff and silt. He rolled the fluff around in his fingers and I caught him sniffing his fingers deep. He smacked his teeth together and laughed at Jerry springer introducing a baby mama who was meeting her baby daddy’s stripper girlfriend. When the stripper came out, he put his hands down his pants. I started to see him do a huge shuffle of his genitals with his hands down his trousers, eyes glued to the TV.

The smell emanated from his crotch like some sort of scratch and sniff novelty book. It was strong. I watched as he started to sneak a couple of sniffs off his finger tips. When Jerry went to a commercial, I seen lift his ass into the air and let rip a long wet sounding fart. It sounded like a wet swimming costume being slapped to the floor. The smell of eggs was over powering. He started to snack on the hard green snots in his nose and whatever he didn’t want he’d flick to the floor.

That was an average day for my grandfather. A little snippet into his life and what I grew up with witnessing.