Last night we headed into Gainesville to pick up donuts and gaze upon the wonder of the Krispy Kreme neon sign. Along the way, we met Lunch Meat Larry - a fellow wandering soul, who is currently living in a monkey habitat in Florida.
Lunch Meat Larry played us a song he had written about life in the slow lane, a life where fishing when the fish are biting is more important than showing up to work on time. The song, he shared, was a hit with his boss; he debuted it one morning when he showed up late to work. Larry was full of wisdom, sharing with us why wearing a kilt has changed his life (he likes “air moving down there”), how he handles homophobia (another story involving his kilt), and his love of film photography.
We gave him a dollar for a pint of beer and headed into Krispy Kreme for a dozen donuts, fresh out of the oven.