Once upon a time a happy young boy runs out of his house to join his friends playing basketball. Overjoyed, he sprints towards the basketball court, but stops abruptly when he hears THE ICE CREAM TRUCK. The hairiest decision of his life is upon him. Which ice cream bar should he get? The boy yells to the driver, "I'll have a..." I wake up from my dream confused and salivating for a Klondike bar. The phone rings once mom followed by swearing in the distance. My confusion ceases, and I complain to myself Oh man, nor again.
It is the third time this week I awake in the middle of the night, as my father loudly talks on the phone at two o'clock in the morning, I try to doze back to sleep. And then, once more, the phone rings and