15 skulls - day 8, a day somewhere in the reverse to Friday in some sense.

The Meat-hook was a particular place, not many places allow you to skate around on thin ice with cold cuts and slabs of pork, chicken, or beef. A few but not many and we were all probably pretty thankful for those few that did.

I strapped on my blades, put the toy skulls in a sack, hit the ice, and went to see a man named Marvin. But before I got a chance to see him, the management told me to put on some ice skates. The butcher knives I had just bought were not accepted as outerwear. Sure, bring your meat but leave your cutlery at home. I smelled bigotry but it could have been pastrami. Whatever it was, it made me hungry to see Marvin.