Ice Cream and Smack!

TodayI must talk about something that has annoyed me for some time, but recently it is becoming a real pain in the ass. The frigging Ice Cream Truck. That little son of a bitch comes through the neighborhood at the crack of dawn and into the night. You can hear its sorry ass blocks away, “Hello”, and then that freaky little circus music. Tell me, who in the hell eats ice cream at 7 in the morning, in the fall? I think that it is all a ruse. It is not the ice cream dude, it is a dealer. Yeah, that’s it. Peddling his crack, his crank, and heroine to all of the Tweakers while the rest of us try and sleep. I never see kids going out to greet the damn ice cream man. It is always the adults, strung out looking with their dirty ass clothes. Yeah, that’s it; the ice cream man is a dealer.

Other than that, it’s been a great day. Hope yours was as well