a friend of his always carried around an elastic band. in his hands, stretching it between his fingers and out into an oblong ellipse and so on, and on his right wrist when not in use. probably a 70/30 use to non-use ratio. this latest one was red originally but now nearing a shade of pink for fading. he had to change them often - once or twice a week (likely due to the ratio) because the edges get all frayed and the elasticity weakened and stiffened and cracked and so on. he let people know that the reason for the elastic was "as a reminder of tighter times" and no one ever knew what he meant, not even his closest friends - who never even bothered to ask in the first place because they knew him well enough to entirely not give a shit.

he chewed gum too, as you probably already imagined him to be the type of person to do. mostly cinnamon because not many people like cinnamon gum so he never really ever has to share any of his pack with anyone. he chews two at a time - like most annoying cinnamon gum chewers do anyway. but does not put them both in at once. he instead slowly unwraps the first, folds the piece in half, and takes a bite of it, then the second bite of the first piece. then puts the pack of gum away but never for more than a minute before taking out a second piece and inserting it the same way as the first.

with the elastic and the gum he sounded like a bowl of rice krispies. and he always dropped these non sequiturs like "fuck the city" or "objectivity is a falsehood" that he thought philosophical but no one gave a shit about.

he also loved those movies that chicks dig. the ones that start as cartoons during the opening credits and segue perfectly from cartoon to some "real life" city scene for the opening act. and the cartoon woman character turns into a real woman, the main character, but a fuller shaped and with more realistic hip-to-waist ratio version than the cartoon.