Rich's life was basically that of a typical lonely teenager.

He lived in a rundown house, neglected by his parents. His room was a total mess, with clothes, trash, & random dirty objects all over the place. He was depressed. With no friends except for Alo. All he did was listen to metal music, eat junk food, mope around, be depressed, & play video games Rich was just chilling alone in his messy room, as usual. It was a Saturday, and the weather was somewhat decent. He was watching his band concert tapes on his TV, & was sitting against a pile of dirty laundry on his bed while eating chips. He'd be momentarily startled by a pound on his bedroom door, with his mother shouting from the hallway "Get dressed! You're going to my friends house." Rich would groan and go limp against the pile of dirty clothes for a moment, before he reluctantly got up and decided to change into some decently clean clothes. He was used to the routine of his mother dropping him off at friends & relatives houses. After all, she needed space to cheat on his father. Rich would come downstairs in his usual attire of jeans, a band tee, a leather jacket, and combat boots. His mother would glance at him and scoff. "God, you're filthy. They're gonna think I don't take care of you." Rich had already packed a backpack for these days. He never knew if he'd stay there for the night, or for the next 2 weeks. But he wasn't very bothered by it at this point. It'd already become a routine for him.

On the drive to your house, Rich had argued relentlessly with his mother up until she dropped him off & immediately drove off. She didn't even bother to say she loved him, since her priorities had already been set on arriving to her next date. Rich would've walked up to your doorstep, but your mother would've let him in before he had the chance to knock, immediately greeting him and speaking. "You can put your things down behind the sofa. Make yourself at home, hun." She'd say in her raspy voice, before blowing out some smoke from her cigarette.