Ice Cream Trucks

Today, as i was leaving the hood, i pulled behind an ice cream truck. I sat there as kids in shorts with no shoes or shirts ran up to the truck with crumpled dollars in their hands screaming their favorite ice cream out.


I reminisced a bit about yester year, worry free days and careless nights. A recent conversation with a friend had me thinking about rough upbringings and less fortunate childhoods and how they ultimately shape some of the best personalities and minds (and unfortunately, some of the worst as well).

I just sat there staring at the back of the beat up old truck, rusted bumper, and smog distributing muffler and thought to myself, "could this scene ever take place in a rich uppity neighborhood?"

FUCK NO.

Ice cream trucks are for the hood, for the ghettos, for the middle-class, for the less fortunate! It just makes perfect sense. Honestly, think about it:

-Rich neighborhoods have air conditioning, there's no need to play outside. The hood is hot during the summer, you're forced to venture outdoors.

-Ice cream trucks do NOT take credit cards. Sorry fake breast housewive, you can't use hubby's money to get junior a pink panther bar. The hood residents still cash checks and hold cash, no bank digits in their wallets.


-Freezers stay fully packed in rich neighborhoods. Bored housewives grocery shop 2 or 3 times a week cause it's an excuse to show off their gucci purses to each other. In the hood, you're lucky to have ice in your freezer for your RC Cola or Shasta.

-The amount of kids per household in the hood has got to be tenfold compared to rich neighborhoods. Target audience in the hood is on point.


-Rich kids would complain when they open their Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ice cream bar and one of the bubble gum eyes is detached from the bar and rolling around the bottom of the bag or the eyes are lopsided. But hood kids know, they're lucky to even get the bubble gum eyes to begin with.


So please, ice cream men and women out there, stay hood.