Slate, don't you dare

The ice cream man runs away from children. And other ice cream men.

He comes by my apartment about every hour. Even at night when he switches from "do your ears hang low" to a remixed nightime club version. There are two of them actually. There's the nice guy who takes his time with the ice cream and serves it with a smile, and mean one who doesn't speak but gives fast service and is $.50 cheaper. I prefer this one.

When I'm bored I do things like

get a job. woops.