Hip Hop Ice Cream Truck

My thoughts are always inconclusive. I seem to do nothing more than observe. Sometimes my life and all its many thoughts, actions, stages, and experiences seem nothing more than a perpetual groaning, awaiting their perfect conclusion. But these seemingly insignificant, in-between action steps are necessary. Just because I grow tired of awaiting conclusions and eruptions of epiphanies, this does not mean I can cash out. The in-between places are the substance to this whole she-bang of life. They are one part of the nurturing, one part of the big whole. There would be no forward motion without them. There would be no substance. (paragraph 1 with no conclusion)

Here I sit in another in-between phase. Post and pre said job. Being in a stage of life of little fruit (or seemingly little fruit) tires me. (paragraph 2 with no conclusion)

Today, while in Anacostia I saw and heard for the first time ever, a hip hop ice cream truck. The ice cream truck looked the same. In fact, the music was similar. Only there was an attitude-filled "hey girl" at the beginning of the song and a clap to the beat throughout the song. Both of these components added a new dimension to the ice cream truck experience. Altogether (a word signifying nearness to a conclusion), I have alot to learn about this inner-city (there must be a broader term) culture.

Oh, the desperation of our human condition of being incomplete beings...