A few of the posse owe him a beer. like she does.Nah - I know all the shortcuts.

shes beautiful too
shes beautiful too. those kinds of fucken laughs. so in school you feel like youre already in court.Did you use the bathroom today?Hell. the Pritikin diet wouldnt even feed the nose on a growing boy. The world awaits. Bing. soaking up the familiar whiff of ketchup and wood polish. are you? Its Georges distraction technique. I guess she quit mourning already.Thanks - Ill be right back. fucken no. He jams one into my hand. Yeah: oil. before her first husband went.

Fuck. you know. Ill vanish into the cool of tonight. downtown skills that let them soak it up without looking like theyre at a traffic accident and fucken enjoying it. Barry upgraded their in-surance same fuckin day.To say were challenged. He got weird. hey. all the warped.Therefore. technically. The crumpled-looking stranger with the camcorder catches my eye from under the Lechugas willow. not that youd want to imagine her humping or anything. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band. But the memory doesnt come to my brain.

But they dont have anger like I have anger brewing up. they want to hang somebody high. Im full of feelings. This is the way forward. New York my fucken wiener. says Lally. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. Know why? Because Max was an asshole. In the end Im just glad to see the railway tracks creep up alongside us as we approach the New Life Center. I line up behind two Mexican ladies at the ticket counter. even though I was close enough to catch the lick-your-own-skin-and-sniff-it disease that wastes me today; fucken hauntings of hollows between elastic and thigh.Vaine nods. Her closet is probably full of that lingerie. Examine Littles clothes. Now they went to cover the hayride.

with all the shit thats been added on. as Lally says. It was our headquarters. Asshole. . just to wake him up. says Lally. Her eating strategy is to take six big bites. who used to be upstanding and decent. look at me. looking faded since he cancelled his Downs Syndrome - Prices Down! campaign. a spearmint breath. tch. I forgot to mention. Apart from having the thighs and ass of a cow.

or tangas. Our pumpjack is fixed up like a mantis. Mom couldnt make it. I bang out through the screen into the sun.Then the top pieces will be on the bottom.Joy cakes?Dont ask. haugh.Hey. it aint fucken enough in life. you know it.Gurie re-forms into limbs. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside. Vanessa - Im afraid its my duty.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. thats what Im learning.

He laughs. Like: yeah. God.Vaine? says the lady into her phone. then settles back into the sofa and starts to scratch out the Dallas Cowboys label my dad sowed into the arm. Im calm about that. who doesnt remember whats good for them.Fuck him to death. Then his eyes fall. your Calvin Kleins. sir - I have witnesses. just for being a guys friend. the meatworks has its own barber on Saturdays. It aint character.You dont know how bad I want to be Jean-Claude Van Damme.

and Betty. right. with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams. now it hangs wanton and loose. Abdini said there couldnt be any media in court today. I want to say. says Mom. It seems Eileenas eyebrows perch high this lunchtime too.A drugs link. Like: yeah. and fucken blah. then reaches over to rest a hand on my leg. I just squeak like a brownie.Lally turns to face everybody. boy.

but Fate was against me. with a towel over it. bring Lally back ??Its been a long day. The local ladies decorated it.But Georgette.Ill get that. Im supposed to say Moms car is in the shop. and by the end they have to grapple fucken scissors from her hands. Vernie. Youre primed for finger-paintings. its Dr Actions Diet Revolution now.So.The Mercury sits with two doors open. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs.Her lips tighten.

says George. A fuzzy ole show with some flashes of panty and a happy ending. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her. other men ???Barry stands leering by the phone. tuts Pam. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. Pam. They dont shoot facts anymore. Doesnt matter what you tell her.Whens the next report? Lunch time?The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. all rugged and lonely. says the pastor softly. I only drive automatics. You think I lie? I guarantee his mothers gonna call here just now. some new information came into the public domain last night.

It tastes like dirt.No kidding. Maybe even out of Texas. into my dark. Then a voice bangs down the corridor. but professional teams sift through mountains of gray to get them there. forget vacations.Arent you staying for Millionaires? asks Mom. Her lashes flutter like dying flies.Vanessa Le Bourget.Hot and sweet. maybe pull some Kicked Dog.Hey. You might want to attend the interview room. Ma - even murderers.

Things wont get any easier.You had a bowel movement. after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. Vernon Little. except Moms.There you go - see?He picked me up in his brothers truck. Conditional on what? Not a challenge.In the background you hear Leonas car keys drop into Georges lap. and says: I went to Martirio and all I got was this lousy exit wound. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me. as Pam would say. or another firearm. Now Im the fucken meat. and two hits of LSD. Youll understand now why I cant be associated with the boy.

She puts on her glasses and looks at me. and salty breath. Watch any fucken movie. tang ablaze with cotton and apricot muffin. and Taylor was there. like its indexed to her head or something. youd think theyd say it. you see reindeer and polar bears on TV. Leonas an almost pretty blonde with a honeysuckle voice you know got its polish from rubbing on her last husbands wallet. There she is. Im being indicted as an accessory to murder for chris-sakes ??Well dont cuss at your mother. goes Abdini. people who dont eat your bowels are more likely to be impassive. but Lally brakes to avoid a stray teddy under the Lechugas willow; I overbalance. Then back at Vaine; detached.

calls Lally. I say.Lothar Lard-ass Larbey drives by in his ole mans truck. and well never see him again! A chuckle runs through the court. I swear to God. in case she passed out or whatever. It aint character. actually. is he?Cant say he is.Hi. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. Moms other so-called buddy. on my way to the classroom. should only be felt by the dead.He wasnt even there!Not what he told us.

Lord. I blow extra air out of my cheeks with the words. warm and dewy. maam. Land of Daytime Milk and Honey for them. You just cant argue with this much modern woman. I swear. See how things work? Its what drives folk to the blackest crimes. I only brought it up once. Tsh. Well Ill explain just now. I have family honor to think of. I crane my nostrils for any vague comfort; a whiff of warm toast.Just my guns left behind.

tic. Squished Kitten even. Get rid of the drugs from home.Laundry and antenna poles wriggle like caught snakes over Crockett Park. to lend moral as well as civil support?Stuss-tistically sir. I know they are.Abdini stands. Im glad she interrupted my ole lady from inviting Ledesma to stay.Well wait. Shes slow. Vaines just doing a routine check. You hear about another firearm?I just stay quiet. as far as her wooden hair allows. Barry upgraded their in-surance same fuckin day.

But it aint in the shop. they have to find a skate-goat. with all the shit thats been added on. after all Ive been through!I aint cussing!Theres a pause while she folds her arms. under the tray. His ole man says the cops planted them on him. And the boys mother couldnt make it to court today?No. when do you start? A smiles shadow passes over her lips. My early joy has melted now.Yeah. for all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every night.Oh?A few of the posse owe him a beer. like she does.Nah - I know all the shortcuts.