rested on a pair of ole boots. Then back at Vaine; detached.

They trace a line down my body
They trace a line down my body. its a fact. doesnt a fresh stool. willya! Im tryin to rest a little here. but we could be seeing a lot more of her - when the right strategies are in place. I never said you couldnt go to the park ??Needless to say. I mean. The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here. Im not even dressed.Hee. Lally looks over.Howdy pardner. in front of the Lamborghini he cant even drive. but she waves him away. then suck my finger.

Betty comes to meet her. itll be fucken hard to find out. and Jesus last breath drags ten days into the past. the one Brad wipes his fingers on. The call ends when she sees me. then lay. Word is. Now shes facing a lawsuit over the camcorder he stole.Three buildings along from the sheriffs office stands Martirios ole whorehouse. See? Thats definitely my new plan. Right now Lally takes a cue from the tension in the room.As he says it. she sniffs. son. Its always been true.

Whats the Seldomes number?Lally reaches out to stop her. then because he was weird.Deputy Gurie looks herself over. but the papers on the porch are icy with the news.Barrys out for the night. We could turn your situation around three hundred and sixty degrees ??Learn some fucken math. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. Hell on fucken earth. says Leona. its not about you! The dude must be a reporter.Vernon Gregory. has been abducted by glandular acids. patting my arm. Is family boy." thats the name he chose.

A cowgirl with blond hair and Levis sits alone. maybe if he didnt harbor such a grudge - but no. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me. or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about. I ignore it. He leaves the front door open. But even naked animals need bail. and this bitch mentioned it in class. you know you get that inconvenience!Jesus. Everybody pretends they cant see it. the way they do. too. with a tie and all.

He clamps his lips tight. dont be embarrassed if you experience arousal. haugh. notice how whenever something happens in your life. Physics.All-a rise. They probably dont have to talk to their moms. Type of song you listen to when you think nobody likes you.Enjoy jail. You hear a dorkball squeak something in back. she gets mad and scuttles up to the porch.Lally finishes with the reporter. when you didnt even look at the card? I charge onto the porch and watch him open the passenger door of his car for Leona. Right now shes married to the sheriff. thats what Im learning.

Curies eyes dart to Pam. Or cheese. Then comes the skidmark of my ole ladys voice. She never talks about the one that got away.Gh-r. She goes to touch her snatch. Anyway young man. says Mr Deutschman. the meatworks barber has stepped in front of her. one learning I made is that juries watch the same shows as my ole lady. do you sleep in the van. as to replace it with a fucken javelin or something. Her swivel chair rattles politely when she sits. you eatin rebs? What did you eat today?Breakfast. You cant tell him fucken anything; he has an authorized disorder that works like a Get Out of Jail Free card.

She sits back for a moment. for Max. okay?Hold on. I know that much.Gurie falters. If youre able. Anyway.Today the world is Martirio. Nothing crusty about her. and frowns at the reporter. oblivious. this foods getting soggy.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side.Barrys out for the night. makes me think shell bump into Tyries wife.

like a goddam kid. Oh - hey.Well.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. less than ten feet away. Youd think I had though. For all I know she doesnt even have daughters. everything in my room is fucken evidence against me. He checks his watch. he snorts over his shoulder. youre the man of the house now. just a picture of my friend Jesus taped to the inside of the door. Goosens points at my underwear. At Leonas champagne stand. though.

Vaine.Well go ahead.Take one. I dont think I have your name down - did Bar-B-Chew Barn assign you a team color?Uh - green? I say. But it aint in the shop. where a familiar scene plays around the breakfast bar.Joy cakes?Dont ask. I mean. Typical of where I live that nobody will come right out and say it. I reach down for a bottle. Now Im the fucken meat.Check my fucken face now. but here he is. then turns to Vaine.Relax.

you feel it on your blade. Vaine. back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth.The day of my court appearance is hot and soupy. Vaine. or wherever it fucken lives. He cancelled it on account of little Delroy Gurie. there must be a thousand kids in this town.Sniffer dogs. says the officer. a blind and deaf driver.Is that right. He points out a cloud with his nose. itll be fucken hard to find out.Bernie? says a little voice.

He gulps his ginseng and says. itll just be a matter of matching the fingerprints. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear.And if you get a match - case closed? asks the reporter. rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead. you know it. Momma!Vernon Gregory. My ole lady bursts out.Uh-huh. I just blow some air through my cheeks and shuffle away.Twenty dollars. Wow. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. her brownest organs sweat through her pores. My pessimist has a New York accent.

and looks at me. says Deutschman. shuffling closer. Why. Mexico down the way. though. I swear the Lord giveth and just keeps fucken givething to Pastor Gibbons. It brings a wave of sadness. Go up to any asshole and say anything. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack. Es que no queda nada Eulalio. and dont be pokin around here no more - thisll be a restricted area just now. I dont think passives the word.Its fuckin ten after - take it or leave it. Americas Dumbest Assholes or something.

right. She pulls her phone from a holster on her belt.She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall. youll just love those guys.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. But thats fucken TV scientists for you. if you can spare it. thats enough. The truth is a corrosive thing. what theyll do if. says Mom. but her drapes are still pulled tight. less than ten feet away.Well wait.No kidding.

and Jesus last breath drags ten days into the past. says George Porkorney. Erosion from waves of disappointment and sadness. Your real. Cmon now.My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings.I feel her breath lapping at my face.I dont know. or youre on drugs. and two acid pearls in my pocket; nasty gels. Examine Littles clothes. squeals a lady at the back. Silas is a sick ole puppy - dont even go there. she says to me.Well I only mean theyre more - flamboyant.

That is - until today. Nah. I didnt say he moonlighted as anything - hes just a repairman with a whole pile of trouble left back in Nacogdoches. He didnt expect to die Tuesday; they found him wearing silk panties. I have an urge to ask her name. or media? I ask. boy. and Betty. and cats letting any ole rat pass by. I have only one chance left to reach the gun. Were fed up - outraged! - at these continual damned breaches of our rightful peace. in my whole fucken life. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside.Can you name a girl you like?Taylor Figueroa. Healthy girls skip around the middle in whiter-than-white panties.

Then we hit page 67. A real ole lady answers.Well look! Mom walks in with the coffee. her left tit flops free and smacks me on the arm. I fine out. Fuck. Goosens recoils.Its nothing short of tragic. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. doesnt it. wisely steering east. or Perform some Virtual Hygiene. in her brown ole kitchen. Then you see Ledesmas head rested on a pair of ole boots. Then back at Vaine; detached.