Now listen
Not a dime, I cant pay my rent
I can barely make it through the week
Saturday night Id like to make my girl
But right now I cant make ends meet
Dick's never had a job. He's never worked an honest day in his life. He helped his best friend Logan organize "bum fights" in his junior year, but that was the closest to work he had ever done. He didn't need to work. His father had bs-ed his way to riches and his stepmother's murder just gave him half a million bucks. He was free from debt forever. There was one small problem...
Im always workin slavin every day
Gotta get away from that same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think this is what Id say
He had to pass all his classes with at least a C, or he would be expelled from Hearst. He was on academic probation. He really didn't need that on his plate with everything else he had to deal with. His father's lies crumbling down, his brother's suicide, his stepmother's murder. And on top of that, he lost his only true friend the night his brother lost his life.
Dont need nothin but a good time
How can I resist
Aint lookin for nothin but a good time
And it dont get better than this
He wouldn't let that keep him down though. He was Dick-frickin-Casablancas. He could make chess club fun. And he didn't even play chess. Dick was a one man party, wherever he went. No matter the circumstances.
They say I spend my money on women and wine
But I couldnt tell you where I spent last night
Im really sorry about the shape Im in
I just like my fun every now and then
Now that he was in college, Dick didn't have to worry that he had a certain reputation. Now that he was outside Neptune High, he could have any girl he wanted. All he needed was a beer and a girl and he was good to go. At this moment, he had his eye on a pretty young thing across the room. He'd be in her pants by the night's end.
You see I raise a toast to all of us
Who are breaking our backs every day
If wanting the good life is such a crime
Lord, then put me away
Heres to ya
So, here's to you Dick Casablancas. Here's to your ability to push aside all emotion, all distraction, all anything that prevents you from your goal, which usually involves a blond with large breasts. Here's to moving on after tragedy strikes. Here's to slacking your way through math problems more complicated than basic multiplication. Here's to your beer and your fraternity and your fancy car. Here's to nothing but a good time.
This is just a random little thing I thought of while listening to Poison. I thought this song suited Dick very well. Thus I wrote a small vignette about him. Tell me what you think.
FYI: in case you thought I was absolutely amazing, I don't own Veronica Mars, Dick Casablancas, or the song "Nothing But A Good Time" by Poison.