Let's say you're hanging out with him downtown one afternoon. You're already a little embarrassed that he refuses to wear sleeves, and then you say something like "hey bro, do you want a slice of pizza?" But instead of giving you a yes-or-no answer, he always responds with shit like "the slice of life can only be found from within, and your heart is your only pizza cutter." I'm sure the first few times you'd say "yeah, I guess I didn't think about it like that. Maybe I won't get pepperoni," but eventually you'd be like "bitch... I'm asking if you're hungry."
