Nobody exercises the God-given Right of Everyman to screw up, like the protagonist, Gary Dubra, of Florida Man. Nor can their antics delight with as much good-natured taste for the stew that they can cook of their plight. He loves his loose-canon but redoubtable girl-friend, Krystal, and she loves him. He makes a friend of most everybody he punches; kills quite a few critters, spends some time in jail, lives in a trailer, drives and old truck, works for pest control and carries an open beer as a fashion accessory. He's a kind of Forest Gump of Turpentine, Florida, but with a modicum of
brains. Read the book.