True happiness is the long hard lick of a

True happiness is the long hard lick of a strawberry ice cream.

True life is the bottom of the cone, slowly dribbling sticky pink milk on your hand.

If you bite the sticky tip, you'll be sorry. So much like true life. You try to solve one problem and another erupts. You mustn't cry over spilled pink milk, though. Believe me,

because it'll make you tickled pink.You just soak those up and drink it straight from a wrung up rag and mingle it with them tears. See?It gets salty and that's why you don't cry."

Still sniffling, I drank the Pepsi, even though I knew Coke was it. It was one of those compromises you make, like when I went mental because dad got me the wrong model Porsche

and I crashed it against the front of the "sensible" manor he had also got me, the one full of rectangular rooms. Well, when I say "drank the Pepsi" I mean I made a polite show of

Thanking my host for the room where I neatly froze.

As I lay in the bed, I turned on my side snuggling in my mummy size sleeping bag, shivering...where was the heat I so dearly wanted. Then from the hallway I heard

a loud kaboom. My neighbor was playing with fireworks again and had set the house ablaze. No amount of struggling freed me from my cocoon, but at least I was finally warm.