Something that took place in my yard

I'm sitting on the computer.

I hear the sweet sound of the ice cream truck.

Bernice and I go outside and he stops the truck on the corner.

The ice cream driver is some crazy guy I used to work with at a taxi place. He got fired for driving a girl around in the middle of the night and pimping her out.

He moved to pimping ice cream to children.

He is short, in his early sixties, has a mullet, his wrinkled skin sags from his body, he has cheap glasses made of metal, and his voice is pure scratch. He limps and almost falls over twice while trying to get your ice cream.

Bernice and I stand at the ice cream truck window, the guy is sitting in the driver's seat. He doesn't get up. He yells, "Noah, how are you?"

"Good."

He starts telling how he works at USA taxi now. He works there in the winter and drives ice cream in the winter. That he has a deal with the owner. Then he suddenly goes into how he is running for county commissioner. That Paul Heltzel doesn't know it. There are rumors and Heltzel is scared. I ask him what party he is runing for, he says independent. Then he says he's not registered. I'm not sure if he meant registered to vote or registered to run. Then he says he's a write in. He is still sitting. Then he says he has 7,000 people who are going to vote for him. That he tells everyone that gets ice cream to vote for him. I assume he even tells the ten year olds. Bernice and I told him we were going to vote for him even though we don't vote. He is still sitting. Bernice and I are biting our lips. Then he tells he has 7 judges who want him to be county commissioner. Then he says he wants to change some things. He says gas prices are killing the ice cream truck business. He says a lot more. Many sentences. All stringed together in a wonderful clusterfuck. Five minutes pass and he is still seating. Then silence occurs and he still doesn't stand. Bernice and I wonder if we should just go back in the house and forget the ice cream. Then he finally gets up and get us ice cream. I always get a WWE bar. Every time I get one the guy yells the name of the guy on the bar.

It must also be noted if you want another impression of this sweet American Nick Antosca has met him.