I didn't recall asking for chocolate sprinkles. Thought it was sweet of the ice cream man to elaborate. He probably figured I was a nice kid. Deserving. So I licked and played, licked and played. Ice cream melted down my arms but it was yummy, in an odd way. I licked some more until one of my sprinkles flew away.
This day also became known as the 4th of July I puked on my little sister. Twice.
Happy Independence Day, all. Relax, chill out. And whatever you do, don't lick after dark.
May freedom ring on!