When I was a chubby little kid I used to be tight with the ice cream man in my town. He used to wait down the block from the school and all the kids would grab some goodies for their walk home from school. For my brothers and myself this guy was the coolest dude around. He drove a red ice cream truck and always told us to stay away from the white trucks.
We used to talk and joke with this guy all the time and we thought that he was the coolest. Looking back on it now, he was a greasy thirty-something who drove a crappy old ice cream truck and wore the same dirty wife-beater every day. And it turns out that he was like selling drugs from his ice cream truck and eventually was arrested. It is weird what you think is cool when you are a little kid. After knowing all this my brother still has the page that the ice cream man signed from his autograph book when he was in sixth grade hanging on his wall.
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