I
Was A Teenage Ice Cream Maniac
By Tim Hirabayashi ('61)
It all started when I found myself with an extra ¥25 in my
pocket. I bought a vanilla ice cream and ate it. It was good and
it made me feel a little high. A couple of days later just for
"kicks" I bought another ice cream — vanilla again.
Boy! This was really living! The next day I found myself
wanting ice cream again, but this time it was chocolate. I ate
it and gad! This had more punch to it than vanilla.
By this time I knew I was really on the stuff. The following
day they had maple! The day following that, there was peach,
then strawberry. I found nothing could satisfy my craving except
ice cream. I would buy three or four at a time. Even when a new
rule allowing me to buy only one ice cream came into effect, I
still went on eating several. I had small boys go in and buy
them for me.
I was going mad one day just thinking about ice cream when I
noticed the menu said "ice cream — FRUITY …!" I
quickly bought one and took one lick. Wow! This was the big time
thing. I had to have more. Then Mr. Roberts found out about me
and wouldn't allow me ice cream the next day. I pleaded with him
until I went into shock. When I woke up I found myself in a
padded cell. I stayed for three months without ice cream until I
broke the habit.
But just yesterday I discovered that if you take a peanut
butter and a jelly sandwich and put them together, you really
have a combination. It was so good and gave the lift I needed
that I think I'll try it again today. |
