Fall in May

~20~ At Da Frost that once time...

"No plan survives first contact with the enemy." Comte De Saxe

Thanks to Guys Mike directions, the "Da Frost"  spot is really not all that hard to find at all. The Frost 'n' Freeze turns out to be an innocuous white building with a blue tile roof, just off Vine street. Complete with a stupid smiling ice cream cone man on the front sign. I must have passed this spot a couple times a week during the summer, and not even realized it was in business. But now that school is back, the parking is crowded with cars, trucks, and vans, parked every which way but correctly slotted. 

It's like first come first swerve parking, where no one seems to care at all about the faded straight lines painted on the crumbly old asphalt. It's no wonder the Raisins steer clear of this place, the parking lot alone is like raisin repellent. Normal parking lots are tough enough to navigate for your average rolling raisin, in desperate need a new bifocal prescription. But this jumbled maze at Da Frost is all kinds of wrong. Just based on the local clientele, I'm starting to think this might be intentionally so.

As I skate up to the spot, I easily spot Butchy's massive blonde block head. He is sitting in the back of an El Camino truck bed on the shady side of the building. And of course, he is not alone ...but surrounded by another three truckloads of his fellow leatherheads. Also what looks like a couple of older fearleader types, none of who are thankfully Apeshit.   

At a minimum, I'm looking at ten on one odds at best. So it's a foregone conclusion that I will lose this bashing badly. If these guys were Skinheads, I would do exactly what Guys Mike suggested, turn tail and run unashamedly away as fast as possible. But going up against these San Fall flockers? I mean seriously, what's the worst that can really happen here? So I get my face busted up a bit and my brains rattled? It's not like I'm gonna end up dead, right?

So at this point, it's pretty much a certainty that I am going to lose this round. Truth is I'm a decent enough street brawler in an unfair fight, but let's face it I'm not Bruce Lee. Going up against The Butcher and in his six foot 220 plus mountain of muscles, and what looks like his entire football team? Yeah, I don't stand a chance in a fair fight, but lucky for me I don't fight fair. So if I am going to the hospital? Trust, I won't be going alone, for I am committed now to seeing that none of these flocking falcons walk away smiling. So if they do walk away smiling, it will only be because I cut them a new one? Lucky them, I have some nice new rusty razors just waiting to slice some them new smiles.

I slow my roll skating up to the flock of trucks. It comes to mind to just skate right up to Butchy, then crack my board across the back of his skull, let the rusty razors do their dirty work. As I have the three very rusty razor blades tacked just in under the brim of the board, just for moments like this. So I can slice at least two or three of these guys right across the back of the neck right now and send them screaming, then go after Butchy in the ensuing chaos. Only problem wit this plan is that Butchy is sitting on the inside the truck bed and way out of my reach, with a lot of bodies between him and the fate that awaits.

No one pays me much mind at all as I skate up to the canopy. I don't register even much of a glance from the flock. Which concerns me slightly, as there should be at least one jumpy falcon among them keeping watch. Finally one of the darker leatherheads, who I recognize from my first day in homeroom looks up. He eyes me slowly skating up, then nudges Butchy and chin juts towards me. I stop well away from the truck and kick the board up into my hands. Standing out in the sun just out of reach and I nod off at Butchy and the boys.   

"Butch?" I intone flatly, "It's 3:00."

"You showed?" Butchy doesn't seem totally surprised one way or another by this fact. Which tells me that he is probably not bright enough to be surprised. Because clearly everyone else on the trucks looks very surprised that this is actually happening.