Ice Cream
I'm over at my friend's house. It's raining. I hate it when it rains. Especially when it's ice cream. The kids have already spilled out of the houses, running like yolks from a cracked egg. They've got their heads back, mouths open, trying to eat the most ice cream. One kid doesn't seem to care about germs as he's licking it off his front driveway. I shit you not, there is only one cause of childhood obesity: ice cream rain. You can't tell me it's genetics; fuck that shit. It's these kids who haven't been informed by their guardians that eating too much ice cream will make you fat. Like before, when we had that Moose Tracks deluge, I yelled to the kids, you ignorant, foolish, nemetoadal children, get back in that house, I said. I ran out to the front of his house, and yelled at them again.
They looked up at me in the same way a groundhog looks when they find they have sprung right up in front of a wolf.
Then a dollop of the ice cream, with a mini peanut butter cup, smattered against my shirt. It ran down it leaving a sweet trail down it like a slug. I scooped it up in my hand, and took a little taste. And it was good! So, I gave in once, and stood out there with the kids, head back, collecting raindrops of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
So, maybe kids are right. Maybe we should be more imaginative! All that bullshit about ice cream rain, just a lie. A plot detail. Something to get started with, to draw you in. Christ, if I ran around yelling, "It's raining ice cream! It's fucking raining ice cream!" they'd throw me in the loony bin.
But, if I'm five, it's alright. I'm innocent and don't know better, It's cute. I'll grow out of it soon. Grow out of my imagination. Well, I'm not letting it slip away. I refuse to become boring. I will always work to keep my creativity and my originality.
The rain is subsiding now, and it appears there's enough on the ground for the kids to run in and grab a spoon for the layer. It looks as though we had a blue moon thunderhead coming from the south--there's a nice racing strip of blue headed down the center of the street.
Ice cream pavement, it looks like to me. And roll around in a nice ice cream car, and drive on ice cream roads.
Sorry. I'm just hungry.
