He sleeps on his couch. He's obsessed with alien abduction. He's watched Plan Nine From Outer Space 42 times and watches it, he says, so that his mind will make intuitive leaps of logic.
He doesn't keep much company except for the company of one of the grooviest redheads since Ann-Margret. The people he associates with are because of his work. The main others are three hermits of distinct types: The Slob, The Nerd, and the Creep.
He favours one particular type of food, as do many of us. In his case it's sunflower seeds.
His pad is groovy. Dark, but groovy.
In some ways he has an HH fantasy job. He works for an agency, carries a badge, and occasionally gets to chase people and shoot at them. But part of his job involves clerical work, much like the jobs so many of us have. He is fortunate that he gets his own basement office and generally gets paid to pursue his passions. And occasionally shoot at them.
He keeps himself groomed and in shape. He goes on vacation by himself to Graceland! Oh, that's legendary!
He may or may not be a porn freak. Almost every HH-er has a flaw that prevents him from being an ideal Hepcat Hermit. Ironically, having one flaw or another is almost an HH necessity. Most HH-ers prefer pinups to porn, but his credentials are otherwise so flawless we'll certainly let that one slide. It's the exception that proves he rules.
Fox Mulder is one of the greatest Hepcat Hermits of all time.
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