Life imitating art.

If you’ve been witness to my life for the past three months, you probably know about the movie my roommate, Neil, and I produced.  I wrote and directed, he filmed and edited.  It’s called “Ice Cream Men”, and it’s based on the two weeks last summer I sold ice cream from a truck in Carteret, NJ.  It was awful.  The kids were (mostly) mean, the parents rude, but the worst part, and the inspiration for my movie, was a rival ice cream man who didn’t like me very much.  To paraphrase- “Come back here, and I’ll come out of the truck, kick your ass, and steal all your money.”  I’m really not kidding.  My personal well-being was threatened by an ice cream man.

So the movie is based on that.  Young guy working an ice cream job for the summer, gets moved to a new route in an awful, miserable town, and a mean, evil ice cream man there basically tries to kill him.  You might say it’s art imitating life.

Now, we have life-imitating-art-imitating-life.  My mother and a few of my friends forwarded this story on to me today.  Ice cream men are completely insane.