Ice Cream Confessions

I am Buck Jones. A retired Lt. Commander Navy Seal, Mercenary and Ice Cream salesman. Ice Cream you may ask? After traveling the world looking for people to kill and maim, for a living: a few stints as a mercenary in any God's hell hole that was willing to pay me, I came home to Texas. I wanted something so far from war, and kill or be killed, then one day I was sleeping off a drunk in a park. The music of the Ice Cream man's truck woke me as much as the laughter of the children. I watched them all day. When man was packing up to go I went over to talk. Turned out he was looking for a part time helper and I was looking for a way to make a few bucks that didn't involve guns, knives, or explosives. Also it looked like it may keep be from the hooch and let me get my life back together. After three weeks with this angel of a man, I knew the business inside out. I mean how dangerous can selling ice cream be?