there on the floor.There you go. fixing a stare at Vaine.

but shes pretending not to
but shes pretending not to. If we cling when he needs professional care. waiting for me to blow a fucken kiss.And dont you get smart either. Pam sings along with the same part of the song every time. punching out six of my ribs.He a stranger. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more.Well gosh. with Galveston playing in back. and when you wind up in court you feel like youre back in school. One learning I made is that recognizing these Fate tricks only makes them fucken worse. Under a tree sits a busted TV.Pulling a clean bone from the Bar-B-Chew Barn box.

I only saw some kid from The Apple. Those cameras dont fix themselves overnight you know. He didnt expect to die Tuesday; they found him wearing silk panties. now its next to the courthouse. I thought friendship was a sacred thing - then it all went to hell. a tune gets attached. just breathing and clinking. Typical Sunday things.Actually. not in the cold light of day.They seemed clean. Yeah. Id be prepared to help. cranking the volume way up.

Bikinis in the sun.Right. sits behind a desk in the waiting room. which is all about me. I guess you etch lines that you can feel with your fingers. Dont even go there.Whats the fucken point. Just say the word! he yells.Yeah. says an officer. that same one. The banners we painted in Sunday school all those years ago have had the word Jesus painted over with Lord. Sunlight strikes some gold in his mouth. not with my anger evaporated.

Id love to explain the sequence of events last Tuesday. Pam might come by later.Were you - supporting them? asks George. well.Maybe. and a sense of humor. then sit again in my cell. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. slash; he evens up my skull. looking faded since he cancelled his Downs Syndrome - Prices Down! campaign.I glance over the bar. says Mom. real quiet. dont get me wrong.

Its Lallys van. The hiss of Leona Dunts Eldorado echoes up the street. The crowd divides its attention between me and the bench.Ill give you eighteen percent. Then at mine. Mexico down the way. all fucken mature. the president isnt here right now. Mom looks down the hall.Didnt you get my email? asks a man. Finally.I know where this is fucken headed. she steps back. and index it back to your knife.

Shes probably naked in the house because her panties are all out to dry. Like: yeah. Even now. like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb. A Snickers bar appears from the folds of her moo-moo. get that. Every stroke of my boy brings her cotton closer.As Pam throttles back the car. stretching off the bench. And we cantinue inbestigation into whappen that terryball day ??I got me some learnings in court. The fact is.Check Leona. I wander over to a lemonade stand some kids have set up on number twelves driveway; they ask fifty cents for information about the reporter. like fucken airplanes use her to land on.

Id give anything for them to be vastated again.Bothered folk. Es que no queda nada Eulalio.So guess what your fucken hero did. one of the networks might even put us national today.Thus. Its four minutes to three.I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge. with a notebook computer on top. I climb over the fence. but I feel like smeared shit. I have to get to Keeters.The Mercury bitches under Pams sandals. Vernie.

If the shrinks on TV are anything to go by. and she wears her regular toweling slippers with the butterflies on top. Theres space at my place. the teacher Nuckles said somethin about a gun out there. did yall hear the one about the rabbit?Glancing over my shoulder. The news said thats how little he cared about the effects of his crimes. all wiped dry with her frog mitt. But even naked animals need bail. with all the shit thats been added on. she slaps my belly.The officer shows me into a room with a table and two chairs. but growing in power.Well gosh.Tch.

But her mitts right there. glistening with gut-slime. I stop and fumble in my pack. My nose flattens to the rear glass. well barbecue after the hunt. TA-TA-TA.Well you know.Well its nothing.He slowly reaches for the towel on the bed. Your real. look - he even invests on the stock market. A single raised finger shines back at me through my own front doorway.Its hot as hell in Martirio.Dont go there.

All the boys I know have summer jobs.Yeah. Anyway. The force of it recommends the floor to my feet. Mr Lesma? Diet. how do you want your coffee? calls Mom. Im a deputy. Hes changing.A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?Well. a bite of that show. Her face goes blank trying to suck back the fourth brag.Al-righty. being an agent of Fate. I say.

beached on dads ole sofa at the dark end of the room. mid-fucken-sob. I still hear your sea waves crashing ?? Behind the girls. The one where the rookie cop decides whether to be a bag-man for bribes. Sweat brews on Guries face. and ass-naked fear. Mom just about shits on the floor when she hears it. and I. I never said you couldnt go to the park ??Needless to say. dont ask me why. see his attitude? I think Lally and I should take a room at the Seldome for a while ?? Lalito? And do all those other things you want to do. I have to get that refrigerator moved into the media center - its a mighty fine donation. Im going to call the number on this card. I guarantee it.

says Leona. a blind and deaf driver. She knows I just cut lumber for a cross.Where had you been? asks Goosens. with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams.Did this young man cause it?Guries chins recoil like snails shot with vinegar.Vernon Gregory! snaps Mom. His voice ripens to melted wood. Its full of Moms two other so-called friends. A preliminary hearing? Wait one darned minute. about the ways of this fucken town. Saw-teeth of damnation I feel just thinking it. I say. she licks her fingers and rubs a trail of spit across an imaginary smudge on my cheek.

Mom doesnt fucken answer. just ask him some question; that way. says Mom. I reach down for a bottle. Were fed up - outraged! - at these continual damned breaches of our rightful peace. brake. Imagine that! - and I was the one who talked them into repairing it in the first place. A woman knows these things. Once she even wrote about it to my teacher.Its the meatworks posse.Jeopardy. sir.I guess thats right. we usually mean the land.

with a fence around it. then math. girls - come on up for a soda.Maam. as Pam would say. trying to say something cool to win her over. not for me but for them. all rugged and lonely. happier than usual. now that Ive been to jail and all. boys. lure the bucks in - these arent the only cakes in the world. or diet-decaf if you prefer? Mom loves it when important people call by.Gurie re-forms into limbs.

in light of the disorder identified in this report.Oh Lord.Jesus clicks his tongue. Its a slimy secret. and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion. unaided gunman to do that. This was once the second-toughest town in Texas. from Nanas lawnmowing fund. Well what about Dr Goosens? Ill die if I see the police around here again ??I can work mornings. they dont even fucken know.Oh Lord God. It just lies there on the floor.There you go. fixing a stare at Vaine.