i hate the ice cream man.
if you have the option to buy a house across the street from a park, don't. lest you too will hate the ice cream man.
as soon as it is remotely nice outside 2-3 dueling trucks circle the freaking park from the crack of dawn until the last sliver of light is squeezed from the day...blasting their dissonant tunes. by the beginning of june i am plotting the murder of all 3 drivers.
i wonder if this is the same one who was busted for selling drugs from his truck. they arrested him right in front of my house. he seemed reticient to have his photo taken and was oddly waiting for the construction workers, not the kids in the playground... all the while blaring "do your ears hang low?"