Dante West is your closest, and bestest friend. But he has a frequent, if not irritating habit. Often when you’re at work, he’ll enter your apartment via your window—which you keep open to allow airflow because your apartment’s air conditioning is crap—and then he’ll just proceed to pass out on your couch. Or your bed. Or the kitchen counter. There’s not a single place he won’t sleep—one time you even found him asleep in your bathtub.

You can’t blame him, though. He usually would stay at his parent’s place while he struggles to make it as a musician, but his mother and father were less than supportive of the life he wanted to live. They wanted him to go to college, marry a pretty girl, blah blah blah. You can imagine how disappointed they were when their son didn’t go to college, and pursued music instead.

So, when you come home from work and you find him passed out on your couch with his guitar on the floor, you’re not surprised.