Ah, the carrier of one of the most glorious sounds imagineable when you're really stoned. I'm actually really paranoid about the ice cream truck in my neighborhood, as I'm starting to get suspicious that it's selling more than just ice cream. I live in one of those massive townhouse communities that the suburbs are plastered with, and there's this one truck that makes its rounds. Now, I've never heard an ice cream truck in the winter until I moved here. I've also never before heard one at 2 am. Now, at 2 am in February, how many children could possibly want ice cream? I've also seen many grown men walking up to it (although that proves nothing, as I run out there to buy ice cream at least a few times a week). All of these things lead me to only one plausible explanation: The ice cream truck is selling crack.