this morning #592.

this morning, he ran his thin fingers through his still-impressive head of thick white hair & grinned. his northern italian genes had continued to rally all the way into his sixties. bachelor extraordinaire. in an earlier era, they called him a “playboy.” now he was more of a “swinger.” no noticeable nicks in the nooks & crannies he’d collected over the last two decades. fully intact exterior. bright white teeth. bronze leather skin. an ability to navigate the world with flashy looks & charm. they’d all led him to this place in life, this place in society, with this place in boca & another in long island. as he sipped a morning cocktail on the patio, he dreamt of another thirty years of working what god gave him.