I'm Your Ice Cream Man, Stop Me When I'm Passing By!

Yay! The fun of a horror comic? It can't be too far down the road, for the siren of an Ice Cream van in the neighborhood. For those old enough to remember, I even bought smoke bombs from my neighborhood ice cream vendor. Even stink bombs and the like. Never a dull moment, I guess. I remember setting off the fireworks in the backyard, while holding the smoke bomb to throw, and bringing stink bombs to school and putting them in the toilet. I hate to say it, but about the 6th grade, I was "that guy!" Ha-ha

Van Halen got it right with the Ice Cream Man, and the hilarity of how trucks can deliver happiness on a whim of a summer day. Used to wake up to the sound of music, and test my running skills, got to sleep with your shoes on as a kid!

"Courtesy of Imgur"

Those are top billing colloquialisms that an ice cream vendor will take it upon himself to become the pariah. It isn't often that the creeps are in our own backyard, but the black hearts are everywhere, such as when Blackbeard was roaming the waves, and we end up having the same feeling when walking the streets. It is the funny books that call to mind the truth from fiction and those are the eerie forebodings that tell us beware, there are ilk that look to sweeten the deal. By what grace are you saved? Except for a good book and a submissive will, and to take heart and courage for some peace and not as the world gives, give "I!" That looks unto the good book and by way of every nook and crook. "The horror" is then in the eye of the beholder, and by comparison, is then beheld everywhere! The "Ice Cream Man" can be read in the horror of old-time nostalgia then having it out for you! By way of soda jerks and the all-out days of yore, from the sirens to the musical tunes, and that in turn don't allow an easy rest, except to get out ahead in time for the ICE CREAM MAN.