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The Ice Cream Manthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:sex at work, 2803 words) [1/2] show all parts

Author: FoxyMulder Picture in profile
Added: Oct 19 2000Views / Reads: 5031 / 4078 [81%]Part vote: 8.40 (5 votes)
This is a story about a young man from South Dakota who leaves the family farm to pursure an acting career in California. However, along the way, he discovers a new occupation as an ice cream man and the fringe benefits that go along with the position.
 


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THE ICE CREAM MAN

By Rick Dean

Having grown up on a farm in South Dakota, I realized at age 8 that was not the life for me. The chores, dealing with smelly animals that had to be fed pretty much all the time and living out in the middle of nowhere all equaled a desire to go west and make a life for myself there. So when I turned 18 I packed all my belongings into my beat up '75 Ford F-100 and started out for that which I wanted so badly: The Hollywood dream. I wanted to become the next Johhny Depp and have the money, fame and women that accompanies such a [censored] status. However the reality was far different. I arrived in San Diego 3 days later with $500 to my name, my dog Scooter (He's a basset hound that looks like Flash from the old Dukes of Hazzard show) and things in the back of my truck which weren't much; just some more clothes that were in a Hefty bag ( I didn't have a suitcase) and pictures of my mom, dad and the homestead.

After arriving I went out and got the first flea dump apartment I could find. It was called "El Lobo" or as I later found out "The Wolf". Not much was there except for a few crackheads who seemed to constantly roam the hallways for a fix and a neighbor woman I like to refer to as "Crazy Jane". She was always hollering and telling me that the Government planted a device in her head so they could monitor her ...

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