DICKY WEED

HE HAD SEVEN HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS. THEN HIS CHEF FORGOT THE TRUFFLE OIL.

Richard Aurelius Weed III has a Bel Air mansion, a melancholic octopus, an emotional-support parrot named Nietzsche-and not one authentic experience to his name.

When the missing truffle oil triggers an existential crisis, Dicky locks his fortune in an irrevocable trust and vows to spend 365 days homeless on Skid Row. No money. No rescue. No escape clause.

Armed with a chrome shopping cart, three cashmere sweaters, and the unshakable conviction that suffering will make him profound, he sets out to lose everything except his sense of self-importance.

The street is not interested in playing a supporting role in Dicky's transformation.

Hunger, humiliation, and a community with no patience for poverty tourism begin dismantling his grand spiritual narrative. Then a leaked letter turns his private catastrophe into viral entertainment. Influencers descend. His shopping cart becomes a symbol. His parrot becomes a meme. And fifteen miles away, the collection of idiots managing his fortune discovers cryptocurrency.

As the year grows more dangerous and his safety net begins to unravel, Dicky must confront the difference between choosing to have nothing and having no choice-and face the possibility that suffering does not automatically make a man wise. Sometimes it only reveals what was already there.

Savage, grotesque, and unexpectedly tender, Dicky Weed is a darkly absurd social satire about privilege, spectacle, self-improvement, and the terrible things people do while trying to become better.




Readers of dark literary satire who appreciate Self Care, The Sellout, Big Swiss, Several People Are Typing, and the more absurd social mechanisms of Dave Eggers.