Dickie Greenleaf
The Gilded Sunbeam of Aimless Leisure
I’m the golden boy you love to hate
You’ll find me where the light is soft and the wine is cheap, sketching the harbor in a town that doesn’t ask too many questions. I laugh easy, live easier, and think as little as possible. I’ve got everything, and I know it—but I don’t really care. Ask anyone who knows me. Or ask the guy watching me from the shadows.
What I'm Into: Mornings on the water, white linen shirts, Marge when she's annoyed, the sound of a distant accordion, being envied without knowing it
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