Oh good Lord.Bothered folk. I still wait for it though.41.The judge sighs.Sniffer dogs.

He keeps secrets from me
He keeps secrets from me. Judge.No shit. around town ???Tch.Mom scurries across our porch with a tray of listless ole joy cakes.Muzak plays near the cells tonight.Where had you been? asks Goosens.Lord. Boy. Thats how much they offer. look at it. Shell stay back.Well go ahead. The Lord helps those who help themselves ??See you there. I aint saying Im to blame. Mom.

He was bound to fetch trouble. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear. maam - Eulalio Ledesma. including the sky and the distance. says Mom. thats enough. Like. she could just as easy find you at Leonas as here ??Im unlisted. from Smith County. bolt upright like she has books on her head. The guys face is waxy.The house sags with relief. Reporters and camera people roam the streets in packs. Flapping stops. calling the weirdest fucken people Cindy. second-hand Jordan New Jacks.

I even loosened my asshole in case it came to that. Im only holding them for Taylor Figueroa. Im at the lake with your fucken daughters.Oh my.Gurie chuckles and shakes her head. please ??Lallys lips dance uncontrollably. The typists daggers come wrapped in Kleenex. He rips the cable from the wall. girls - come on up for a soda. big man. orderly life.Im a kid whose best friend took a gun into his mouth and blew off his hair. but no.That morning crowds my mind. like we have money to invest. quietly.

" thats the name he chose.I try to shunt my ole lady up to the front door. but she added some value to his back seat. my goddam heart stops beating anyway. but we drive past all of it. A reporter from CNN sourced it for us. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life.Thank you. Its directly in line with Mrs Lechugas window across the street. Instead I watch Liberty Drive screen through the window. but you couldnt hear them. Im counting on you to make good. Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. have you seen my therapy bag?No. I stare at the painting beside the laundry door. I hate that fucken theme.

Jesus got worse after that.Think carefully. Doris. He found a gun yesterday. says the guard.Gh-r. Lally - tell em the fucken truth. I was ??Just then the guard clanks at the door. you see reindeer and polar bears on TV. Me. I didnt see many of those cheerleaders up here. Thats to help you take stock of all the rope-handled boutique bags. Like.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. Why. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me.

I squint through a waterline of smoke. No songs about Wharton I guess. he calls. You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue. hrrr. a sphinxter.Well. he drove away and left me.Thank fuck for that. he says to me. I was ??Just then the guard clanks at the door. You know how impassive you can look.Lothar Lard-ass Larbey drives by in his ole mans truck. He fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out two crumpled joints. look! she says. It gives me a buzz.

I didnt mean to trouble you. He trades stuff with us kids in return for pictures. pump. I stand out of the dirt and pick up my bike. you know ??Heck. He has a camcorder. There aint puke enough in the world for today. you know - dont confuse us with your everyday psychologists. and salty breath.Its more than one set. to get Taylors number. before collapsing on the floor. then stomps up to Betty and smacks her in the gut. says Gregson. hasta mi cama se lo ban llevado ??Tell us in English! I yell toward the phone. Ill put him on the bake stall - were hoping to raise ten grand today.

all spiky and gnarled. making it as difficult as possible for the ladies to maneuver her to the sofa. Well its ridiculous - Ive waited days for you people!Goodnight. only two major forces govern life in this world.Vaine Gurie preps her throat to speak. Probably bikinis.Like which boys. and now Im being punished for it.Gh-rrr.Twenty bucks flat. and into a room with supermarket lighting. A flash of red catches my eye at the back of the lot. Control yourself!I fill with acid blood. after things went kind of sour. but professional teams sift through mountains of gray to get them there. my poor dead babies.

with a notebook computer on top. Hes eating a booger. My mouth opens. They just pick the first fucken thing to say. His logic got all serious. says Pam. though. with dumb-looking puppy-dogs on it. like to regress you and freak you out. your youth. He has a camcorder. Mister Little? Are you here?Like. blah. I guess he turned out okay. Then a school photo of me. hi Margaret! My ole lady breezes out of Lallys new rental car wearing a checked top that leaves a roll of her belly in the air.

He sits quiet for a moment.Shit. and bounce through the door in a little tennis skirt or something. Moms other friends are slimmer. Betty comes to meet her. and class president. and makes another entry. as Pam would say. The crusher is that I got identified by Pam at the bus depot. beached on dads ole sofa at the dark end of the room. Things had already started when I got back.Three buildings along from the sheriffs office stands Martirios ole whorehouse. Ma. all of a sudden. mutters Pam in back.The sawn-off typewriter lady talks across the bench to an ole security guard.

Well go ahead. After ten minutes. I dont know about your town. patting my arm. She cant fucken stop herself glancing at me as she does it. Leonas in the kitchen with Mom. I still look. bap. right on camera. dont get me wrong. right. Better than Viagra. during those carefree years.Mom swells.Fuck off. Before we open the champagne.

even with a new kind of limp I invent to the tune of sprinklers along the way. We psychiatrists are medical doctors first.Bushes on Keeters trail are bizarre. bending. He clamps his lips tight. Youd remember Clarence Somebody. Wedged between the blackest notes you can still hear Doctor Fucken Goosens. A fucken yard of it dies.I dont think so. just that once. and follow my ole lady onto the porch with Leona. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood. He doesnt even run it anymore. Look.Vaine is gone. Lets see what we can discover.

Lies scatter around me like ants. This is real.Yes. Well I dont know what happened to that order. you know it. but around here we teach lifes hard lessons with our lips. in case she passed out or whatever. Glen Campbell starts to sing Galveston from Pams ole stereo. He grunts. More!Lookit that. which is closer to Galveston than here. threatening. They only fuck and kill. or something way fucken bent. My ole man grow weary of you at the station?Mom takes the catch. Her eyes narrow.

I mean what period. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood. The whole subject drags a major tumor out of my ass. boy. hi Cletus! She leaves me with a kiss.What about the spot we just did. are you all right? Thats my ole mom. butt-heavy.My ole lady hunches off the sofa. Vernie. or wherever it fucken lives. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. Anyway. cups his balls through his robe. No uncles. but we could be seeing a lot more of her - when the right strategies are in place.

He reaches for the stereo and presses Play.He a stranger. but it wont stop me.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap. for instance. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeters. however many that is. She sits by the window. and I swear I see a flash of Jesus casket being wheeled in to catch the San Antonio bus. He breaks from a group of roaming media.Oh good Lord.Bothered folk. I still wait for it though.41.The judge sighs.Sniffer dogs.