15 skulls - day 4

I was being put through the Meatgrinder; my expected or at least anticipated meal of coffee ice cream interrupted, fifteen toy skulls ornate and still a bit tacky even without the semi-wet paint covering them, a girl I could have loved if she would just get off my shadow following me around like a paint-splattered siren (the ambulance kind, not the sea ship wrecking kind), and my favorite knife from the 99 cent store, ruined. I did not know where I would go to replace it.

The Meatgrinder was a small butcher shop on the corner, maybe I could replace the knife there.