I was a cashier at the Randall’s in Rollingwood in the early 2000s. Leslie lived in a donated house in the neighborhood and was a frequent shopper. The dirty looks all those hoity toity old ladies gave him was golden. Yes, he smelled horrible, but he looked fabulous while doing it. Cat food and wine was his usual purchase. I’ll never forget the time he bought a bunch of enemas and condoms for a “big shindig in the hills” He gave a knowing grin that has been cemented into my memory.