Picture you're a kid again, some happy saturday afternoon.
You're out of school, that cute girl from across the street thinks you're gross because you put a frog in her hair- but she kissed you anyway.
And for once you didn't have your mom rush you to the hospital for cooties treatment.
You're just out on the block, eating a two scoop piece of heaven. With pistachio flavoring so real it practically crunches in your teeth- or rocky road, maybe that vanilla with the lil black flecks in it that your sister said was bug eggs- which only made you like it more-
Now picture that first adventurous lick- y'know the one, you had to run back to the house, wait for your mom to get the quarters out of her purse, run back to wait in line- damnably slow teenagers working the truck today- not that nicer old guy who's always smiling so big his eyes are closed.
That first lick- eager and explosive, just waiting to devour that scoop on first contact...
Till 'blip' and heaven comes crashing down to earth, spattering like so many other broken dreams.
You don't have the lungs to be a fire fighter.
You don't have the brains to be an astronaut.
And you're going to cry when it all comes down on you.
Just like every time that extra scoop packed by the acne kid comes crashing down on the sidewalk.
The worst part is kid-
it's all downhill from here.
You still have the cone, you still have the rest of heaven- but you payed for both scoops.
You waited for both scoops.
But the world had to dick you out of it.
It just had to.
