When he was seventeen years old, your protagonist asked his father a question about heartbreak, his own perhaps.
The father answered: "Why would she love you? I can see why? You're acting like a *****?"
Each line a question, demanding an answer.
Answers your protagonist did not have.
So your protagonist ventured out into the world, and became a rambler.
Rambling off nonsense with the rapidity of lemming chatter.
He became the great Rambler, mumbling about love, until even his dreams became ****** up streams of language.
He caromed off cliffs of reality bumping against those barriers of his fatherland until he was hurtling into the rambling ocean to drown unconsciously.