Some tropes that describe me, rickiedpad:
- Actually, I Am Him: Sadly, there are more than a few stories (mostly college-related) that end with me informing the storyteller that the mystery idiot was in fact me.
- Back Story: Enough bizarre things tend to happen to me at each chapter of my life that over time I tend to exposit some length of backstory to whichever new friends I've made.
- Badass Longhair: Once upon a time, I was known as the guy with long hair and a trenchcoat.
- That had a black belt and knew how to fight with swords.
- Emotional Torque: As an actor and a playwright, I basically live off this.
- I've been yelled at after a production of Dog Sees God (I was Matt) for convincing audience members I was actually intending to murder the actor playing Beethoven (my best friend in real life).
- Co-wrote a play (with aforementioned friend and two others) that involved someone basically erasing their imaginary friend from existence. In front of someone else's imaginary friend. While they begged for him to stop. He didn't.
- Everyone Is Right Handed: Well, not everyone. But I am.
- Hollywood Driving: Subverted. I have an incredibly hard time looking sideways while driving, either at the passenger, or straight out the driver's side window.
- I am, for what it's worth, a good driver.
- Hope Springs Eternal: By going to WPI, I have accrued nearly three hundred thousand dollars in student loan debt. But in assisting in building a startup independent film company, opportunities are starting to appear...
- Just Whistle: My cellphone may as well be grafted to my hand.
- Loophole Abuse: Pretty much my first target when it comes to debates. Played for Laughs.
- Never Accepted In His Hometown: I'm from Lowell, MA originally and have spent seven years in Worcester, MA primarily for college. Despite apparently having... fans sporadically in the United States (yeah, I was surprised, too), I am "oh, that guy" in both hometowns.
- No Sense of Direction: I... get lost driving a lot. Even with directions.
- One Richard Limit: In both high school and college, one of my best friends has also been named "Richard". Thankfully, both preferred "Rich" (which I fucking hate(d) to be called).
- As a result, I don't even respond to "Richard" anymore.
- Rule of Empathy: If you meet me, there's a 90/10 chance I'd put myself through hell to make sure your day's a little easier.
- There's No Place Like Home: At various points, I've considered moving to Indianapolis, Seattle, Los Angeles, New York City, Austin, Washington DC, or Miami, but god DAMN would I miss Massachusetts.
- Wastebasket Ball: Averted. I have dozens of notebooks full of ideas.
