It's a hot day, So hot that the sweat on my back evaporates before it really has a chance to stink. My only true friend in this feverish heat is not my broken AC, or my broken spirit, but this popsicle in my hand. When I was a smaller person with a smaller brain, and a bigger heart, all I wanted was the flavor. Now I am older, smarter, and unfortunatly more in tune with the heat. All I want now is this icy pop in my hand, and maybe a fan too.