The foster home was run by a guy named Conalds Rishardson, a tall man with a protruding beer belly and constantly smelled of weed. The home itself was a large two story house that looked rather nice on the outside, but reeked of marijuana and beer on the inside. Needless to say that it didnt pass inspection protocals, but for some odd reason, no one had ever filed any complaints against the man or the living conditions.