Going to a stage somewhere.
I want to open a heavy metal ice cream shop called Bark at the
Spoon. We'd feature such alluring flavors as:
Praining Blood (Pralines, dried cherries, and black cherry
Iron Raisin (Rum raisin w/maple and chocolate sauce)
Butter Pecanthrax (Pecan, orange, sweet cream butter sauce,
Napalm Death by Chocolate (Red chili infused dark chocolate)
Metallicrumble (Oreo crumbles, or something was once pretty good
but are now broken pieces of trash)
HELME(n)T(hol) (Mint/raspberry swirl)
I took an occupational arrow to the knee in Cleveland, moved here
in October to work through some growing debt. Yes, I'm currently
shacked up with my parents. It's not permanent, and I promise, I am
a high-functioning adult human. With a lotta bills.