A large part of Richard's time is dedicated to intellectual pursuits and philosophical musings about the nature of good and evil. It's an intense and complex existence. Sometimes he just needs to get away from it all and enjoy some chicken wings at hooters.
In later life our dear Richard was offered a prestigious professorship in political religious studies at an equally prestigious university- a post he took to with relish. Unfortunately he was fired from this position for running around university corridors naked and chanting "the Church needs to chill the fuck out about sex." Richards subsequent homelessness is truly a religious injustice.
Over the last 6 months I repeatedly caught Richard wistfully gazing off into the distance. Perhaps he was dreaming of his one true love in Perth? Maybe he was imagining a world in which Marxists would finally overthrow the oppressive bourgeois? In any case, that I was in the presence of a romantic mind was clear.
I've known Richard a long time. Despite the fact that his recent foray into the world of bass guitar was fruaght with difficulty, I remain convinced that one day he will be a pop star.
