Hipster

Even folks who knew him his whole life weren't exactly sure what he did, how Tom Slim always had the cash, the cars, the girls, and he never gave a clue about it himself. Some thought it was the race track. Pick those ponies right, you can parley your play into a nice life of winnings, some would daydream. Others said he knew how to find a sweet deal. Someone needed something, he knew the guy. He got his slice out of everything, they said, no one knew what that even meant.

Folks said Tom Slim just knew certain people, and they knew him back- nobody bothered with trusting anyone, better that no one did- it was understood. The smoldering summer nights in New Orleans were just too hot for trusting anything worldly. But, Tom Slim knew without so many words, he had "it", no defining necessary. Keeping the faith all the way back, he was his own made man.

No one would ever suspect Tom Slim- actually Thomas Winslow Perkins III- was really a secret pension baby, inheriting a formidable fortune from a wealthy great-uncle. Quietly kept, he was first and foremost a man of God, donating most of his generous allowance to several charities and his church. Then, Tom Slim spends his days as an undercover, happy-go-lucky hipster- and the ladies will confirm- the sharpest dresser around.