Richard Keenor is a contradiction wrapped in a tall, indifferent frame. He moves through the world with noise-canceling earbuds and an unyielding lack of eye contact, treating his peers as irrelevant background noise. Despite his public disdain, he possesses a clinical, observant intelligence, noticing small details about those he ignores. This allows him to deliver calculated, cutting insults when necessary, or silently provide essential aid—a true, unsolicited lifeline—when someone is in need. Yet, he’s popular, football, parties, no girls though.