Doesn't this look like a glass of iced tea?

A weak and watered down glass of iced tea sitting in the snow.

In fact, what it is, is the frozen contents of the previous night's ice tea to go, that I forgot to remove from the cup holder of my car before temperatures reached the single digits.

It sat there in the snow not melting for the entire day. Snowball, my brother's dog licked the frozen iced tea-sicle and then gave me a funny look, the kind where the dog tilts its head to the side.

My oldest brother Donny, the poet bought me lunch at Steak n' Shake and told me about new bullets being created in the area, where the slug itself is not lead or any kind of metal, but compressed and hardened, marinated food products, like garlic.

I asked him what the purpose would be, killing vampires?

He told me, that when the hunter is preparing the animal he needn't worry about looking for the bullet. He further imagined a zombie world where all bullets were replaced with concentrated seasoning. South Central drive bys for ghetto and gangsta cannibal barbeques. Jihad fighters taken down with hummus and falafel bullets.

The future is Soylent Green.