Write four lines of prose about: Lackadaisical Larry.
Who's that, you ask? You tell me. Well, I have a few ideas about this guy, but I'm interested in seeing your interpretations as well.
Going to the market tomorrow with three different varieties of apples (McIntosh, Gala, and Honey Crisp), along with a couple crates of plums, a few crates of leftover peaches, and hopefully some corn (Kat's dad will check what's ready tomorrow morning before I hit the road).
Doing it by myself again, so hopefully things go smoothly. And successfully, ideally.
"The brakes are seeming pretty... unresponsive."
"Which mechanic did the tune-up on this rig for you?"
"Uh, some old guy named Larry."
"Oh no, not Lackadaisical Larreeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."