One time, my friend Adam, who seems to change jobs monthly, accepted employment as an ice cream man. I visited their base of operations with him. Seeing 30-odd ice cream trucks in one area was strange enough, but then I found out that all the ice cream men and mechanics smoked weed.
Adam later picked me up once at 9 A.M., in the middle of the ghetto, blasting the music from the ice ceram truck he was driving. We then proceeded to drive around town (as I sat on a cooler- The trucks all have just 1 seat) getting stoned. 'Twas fantastic.