Hi, my name is Crazy and I…am an addict. I am addicted to ICE. No, I don’t shoot up or smoke meth. I’m talking about actual ice. You know, the stuff you put in your drinks to keep them cold.
It started when I was a teenager. Sometimes I would finish a drink and there would be a few half-melted pieces of ice sitting in the bottom of the glass. I would suck them up and crush them between my teeth, enjoying the way the tiny particles of ice would slowly melt in my mouth. Back then it was just something I did once in a blue moon. I could take it or leave it.
But about 10 years ago things started getting out of control. What was once just an occasional pleasure had become a daily habit. I was chomping ice after every drink. In fact, I couldn’t even have a drink without ice. I became an ice connoisseur. While I would chew on any ice that came my way, I preferred my ice crushed.
I knew which places had the best finely crushed ice. The ultimate high was the soft, silky shaved ice at the snow cone stands. No syrup for me, thank you, just give me a big old cup of shaved ice piled at least 4 inches above the top.