I've tried to explain this to you many times, but you don't seem to understand, which is why I'm writing this post for you to read a little later.
My dear little brother, you need to learn how to make conversation. Not everybody is submerged in your boyish world. Because this is how our conversations, recently, have been sounding like:
"Lorenzo, you know how I felt sick yesterday? Well I meant to tell you, I reached for a glass of-"
"OH and in Call of Duty Black Ops guess who's the best: black ops! He has the strongest rifle and..."
Sorry to break it to you, but I don't want to know about Call of Duty.
In fact, it's the last thing I want to listen to you speaking about for the next ten minutes.
But it is quite funny to realize, as I zone off, that you haven't been listening to me either, and that what I have to say does not hold your interest at all.
Does anybody else out there understand how I feel?