ice monster

The sun of pestilence struck me down with the meaness of a insensate drunk as I walked from the office to get something cold, something very cold to rehydrate my body.

By the time I reached Ice Monster, I had lost approximately 34% of body moisture, my throat as dry as dust.

But they had the thing I've been craving for, the avocado ice bowl in its clear plastic container, sweet and bitter and frosty cold.

And suddenly I am revived, renewed, refreshed - until I consider the walk back to the office under the unchanging odious sun.