Chocolate, vanilla, existential horror, addiction, musical fantasyƒthere's a flavor for everyone's misery. ICE CREAM MAN is a genre-defying comic book series, featuring disparate "one-shot" tales of sorrow, wonder, and redemption. Each installment features its own cast of strange characters, dealing with their own special sundae of suffering. And on the periphery of all of them, like the twinkly music of his colorful truck, is the Ice Cream Man's a weaver of stories, a purveyor of sweet treats. Friend. Foe. God. Demon. The man who, with a snap of his fingers„lickety split! can change the course of your life forever. Written by W. MAXWELL PRINCE (ONE WEEK IN THE LIBRARY), with art by MARTN MORAZZO (SNOWFALL, GREAT PACIFIC). Collects ICE CREAM MAN #1-4

"HOPSCOTCH MƒLANGE," Part One A wild western one-shot which witnesses the way the world once was.

"TINY LIVES" Whatever you do, do NOT read your daughter's diary.

"COAT CHECK STORY" Lillian is wearing someone else's coat.

"CAPE FEAR" Presented here: a handsome being from far away rockets to Earth and combats evil on our behalf. Tall fella, wears a cape. Lives in a fortress; flirts with a reporter. A suppurating, super-something story thatÕs certain to see you lose your supper.

"FOR KIDS" One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. Three fish, four fish, have some more fish. Five fish, six fishÑare you sickish? Seven fish, eight fish...itÕs getting late fish. Nine fish, ten fish, everyone you love will die and life is pointless so why even get out of bed you little worm you sick little insect with your sad flailing arms and creepy-crawly legs my god IÕve never seen such a pathetic specimen how sad how truly tragic...red fish, blue fish.

“Pink is a keen observer of the culture of minimum-wage jobs and low-rent studio apartments that is the reality of life for all those who don't find a cog space in today’s hyper-capitalist economy.” —The Guardian Cone dealer, sunshine stealer, alleyway counselor, lunch lady to the homeless, friend to the dead, maker of sandwiches. Metal wrangler. Stag among stags. And so it goes—another journey through time spent punched in. A life's work of working for a living. Blood, death, and violence. Dirty dishes, dead roaches, and sparkler-lit nights. Nights ahead and no real fate. So open your mouths because the forecast calls for sprinkles. Thirteen delights, scooped and served. Let it melt down your hand. Let the sun burn your face. It's the ice cream man, and other stories.