You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Barbershop conversations be annoying because they all just be lying, creating conspiracy theories, and none of them be getting no coochie. Enough is enough! Just cut my hair and shut the hell up.