25 years of a feud with an arch rival that brings most people here in the Western New York area joy. You hear his music and are filled with delight, not I, I know this monster for whom he is, and his real agenda. He knows this and he to continues his hatred for me, there is no quarter given and none taken in our long battle.
Then there was the other one, the freak with the ice cream cone for a head and his damn hypnotic carny music, Mister Frostee. He always came at dinner time or just before. He would park right in front if our house, blaring that stupid song, over and over again, you know this song, you hate it as much as I do, imagine over and over again.