Truckin'

Ah, summer. Even though it has been raining for what feels like a hundred days here in New York, it hasn't stopped Brooklyn's favorite entrepreneurs of the season: ice cream truck drivers.  There's this one guy in my neck of the woods that drives around in his big white truck at all hours of the day and night. It could be 8am, or 10pm, and he'll be out there, going at five miles an hour. Something else I've noticed is that he plays at least three different songs as he passes by. I don't know why I haven't yet taken advantage of such incredible access to ice cream at all times, maybe I'm just a little confused by it.

The other night I had a dream in which I was really flexible, and I ate more pizza in one sitting than I would ever be able to consume in real life.