It's almost midnight, and I get down to the platform and sit on a bench. An announcement is made over the loudspeaker that there will be no trains coming through until the police arrive to remove "a young man with a skateboard". Right then a young, clean cut white guy with huge jeans walks in front of me. He has an entire skateboard awkwardly stuffed down the back of his incredibly loose pants. I make note of this. He walks with a forced, swaying strut.
A yuppy looking guy (who seems gay to me) walks by soon after, carrying two inflatable dolphins on a stick, like something you might get at a parade. He goes right up to the skateboard kid, sticks his nose about an inch from his face and says loudly, "Why are you fucking up my train?" The skateboard kid screams back "I don't know you! Get the fuck away from me!" A few more similar exchanges take place, accompanied by some shoving.
Then the skateboard kid whips out a small but nasty looking knife. "I'll cut you!" he yells. The yuppy guy with the dolphins does not seem to be worried about the knife, so the skateboard kid asks him "I'll cut you! You think I won't?" There is some pretty aggressive shoving at this point, and the yuppy guy gets knocked over and drops his dolphins. The skateboard kid lunges with his knife at the dolphins on the ground and stabs one, popping it. Calling attention to this, he asks the other fellow, "You like that motherfucker?"
Up until now I am sitting about ten feet from the action. I figure this is not the ideal place to be so I start heading upstairs. At this point they are grappling very aggressively, and the skateboard kid manages to throw dolphin man off the platform and onto the BART tracks. Although he does not hit the third rail, and thus avoids being toasted, it is a several foot drop onto concrete and steel that he takes on his side. It looks pretty painful. The skateboard guy once again asks, "How you like that?".
The last thing I see as the escalator carries me out of view is dolphin man groggily trying to get on his feet and climb out.
Upstairs I head towards the BART station attendant. He asks, "Is he still down there?". "Yes," I reply, "he's got a knife and he just threw someone onto the tracks." The BART attendant makes another phone call to the police. He tells me that the skateboard guy had threatened him with the skateboard before going downstairs.
He tells me that a few months ago some guy attacked him with an axe, but he managed to get the axe and shove the guy down the escalator.
The police arrive a few minutes later, and they go downstairs. While this is happening, a grungy looking guy with an old bike comes down from outside and into the ticket area where I'm hanging out. The bike has lots of stuff attached to it with bungie cords. The grungy guy seems to be talking to himself, but he asks me directly for "the fastest way to Embarcadero". I reply that BART is not running.
He tells me, "I just got stabbed up there", and shows me a bloody hand with a long gash across his palm. "Man, that sucks," I reply lamely. "No, it doesn't suck," he informs me, "I'm Jesus Fuckin' Christ. They can't hurt me." I don't reply.
"Now tell me how to get to Embarcadero," he reiterates. "Downstairs," I tell him. He doesn't go downstairs though, and instead mills around the ticket area with his bike.
In a few more minutes the police come up with two guys in handcuffs, the skateboard guy, and another guy, whom for some reason I don't recognize as dolphin man. Neither of them seem seriously hurt.
I go back downstairs. Both dolphins have been punctured, and are laying on the bench where I had been sitting. A homeless looking guy is fondling them sadly.
I hop on the next train home.