Fall in May

~50~ Buzzard Eats Some Crow.

"The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger and play dice for death." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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Sucked back into the current again... 

When Buzzy finally shows up at the house, he parks a tired old white minivan at the end of the drive. I instantly lock eyes on him as he slides out of the driver's seat like a snake. Then reluctantly slow strolls up the driveway towards the open garage door.

I note that he is wearing one of those flashy green bomber jackets. The kind that has a dragon with a celestially stylized KOREA stitched down the side of the jacket arms. I'm thinking this is a memento mori of when he saw the Navy world that one time? Most likely donned on, in order to remind Aces that they're warmonger buddies. Probably so he can get the benefit of the doubt when he starts lying his ass off about doing me dirty.

"Hey, Aces." Buzzy sighs and scratches the back of his neck all woe is me. "Look, let me start by saying, I'm really sorry to have to come over so late like this..."

"I think Darren's the one you should be talking to, Buzz." Aces nods sharply over at me. Where I am leaning against the old wood workbench, winding my wraps a slight tighter for the beats that are soon to be forthcoming.

"Right." Buzzy does his best to man up and face me directly, looking me right in the eye.

"Darren, I owe you an apology. I want you to know that I really am very sorry about all this. And I want you to know I feel really badly about..." He starts off weakly and steps forward to offers me his hand. I move to the side away from his proffered hand and right into his blindside.

"About all what?" I circle slowly away eyeing his throat, that I fully intend to rip right out of his neck. "What is the 'all this' shit ...that you're suddenly so super sorry about? Exactly?"

"Ah...everything that happened at school today with Corky Collins?" He wrinkles his flattop forehead in consternation.

"Oh yeah? And what do you think happened at school today with Chad's baby brother, Buzzy?" I eye him harder.

Truth be told, I am kind of curious just how much that little snitch bitch Corky had to say about having his ass handed to him. But instead of snitching, Buzzy can only blink over at Aces for help. But the old warhorse only shakes his head slowly and nods back over to me. The clear message of: tell him, not me.

"What's wrong, Buzzed? Why you suddenly so blazing shy now?" I smile darkness into his soon to be shivering soul. "Oh shit, is it because you have to admit you're a blazing bitch, in front of Aces? Who's probably gonna tell all your other war buddies the truth about you? Or is it that you sent your little minions over to strong-arm me to join you speedo shower team? Then they got their little bitch asses handed back to them?"

"Language." Aces intones, but even I know his old warmonger heart is not in it to win it. 

"Negotiation." I drone back over at him. And if I didn't know any better, I'd swear Aces almost cracks a small smile at this counter back. All this is only for the show, something that both Aces and I understand this now.

"Okay Darren, I get it." Buzzy sighs all putout. "I can see you're pretty pissed off about what happened? And you have every right to be, I would be too in your situation. So I came here to apologize, and to see if we can put this behind us, not make things worse."

"Oh okay, so now that you all 'sorried up', so put it behind you. Well hot damn Buzzard, good for you dude. So do you feel all better now? Cause I feel pretty much the same." I smile as insincerely as possible.