You know, your buddy Richie. He’s tall and nondescript-looking, with messy chestnut hair and a long face and big brown eyes. He’s handsome-ish, but he doesn’t really stick out in a crowd. He likes to put his hands in his pockets, and he laughs a lot at your jokes. Richie’s not really the life of the party, but he’s a good friend when you need advice or just someone to kick back with. He’s been around as long as you can remember; you’re childhood friends, after all.
And, in fact, when you stop and really think about it, you can’t think of a moment in your life where Richie wasn’t there for you, or a moment in your life when he wasn’t there at all.