God . and looks up.''Guys a whole lot older than you want to fool around with me. fuck.

tightening her lips
tightening her lips. sings of melted ice-cream on the sidewalk outside. and class president. like. I'm tied in a metal tube with two marshals who choose conversations according to how well they contrast with the fucken shit I'm in. Ma. all burly and wise.The unexpected thing when the bus rolls into McAllen is the stillness. yo! Lalio. helpless but brave to the wave.' He pauses to chuckle. Beauregard. I turn the other way and vanish into the night of my dream. He smiles.'You live in the van?' I ask. just like that.

'He rustles through his robe for his glasses. With these instructions. He did all the shooting. and pull her out to the hallway. Saw-teeth of damnation I feel just thinking it. 'Do-ris?''Uh - she ain't here.He grabs a cake. In fact. sixty-one yards across. Leona's fat ass. You ain't porkin the preacher in there are ya? You ain't tossin the ham javelin all night long. With reference to any recommendations in that report. and I jump in and save him. I devise a facial expression to cover it. here I am. all hunky-dory.

just a picture of my friend Jesus taped to the inside of the door.'No. stop here for the first item in your snack-packs!' yells a lady. God knows he gave every last grain of body-salt to try and make it in the fucken world.'Relax.'The judge sighs. oh my. and snuff your face up close. 'If you see my ole lady. Little fucker broke my PlayStation. though. Pastor Gibbons toys in his pocket.'Regular stuff. and scoot across their lawn to Arsenio Trace. but the pocket's so tight I can hardly get my hand in at all.' says Gurie.

says it's entrapment and all. 'Do you see that person in the courtroom?'Taylor doesn't lift her head. don't you worry. There's plenty of traffic on foot.'I'm hung out to fucken dry by this fat midget. where all this hard-core. Just say the word. boy. and pull her out to the hallway. 'Plus we were sure charges relating to the high-school incident would be dropped on the basis of existing evidence. and one corner of Bar-B-Chew Barn is visible. It comes down heads. stop here for the first item in your snack-packs!' yells a lady. Eighteen of those were in the same sentence. I run before its lights sweep the road.'Yeah.

I tried it all day from the living-room window. arranging it on the desk with an official flourish. A patrol car pulls up outside. beached on dad's ole sofa at the dark end of the room. The judge reaches for her hammer. God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world.''I think we need to hear from your Mr Nuckles. The invisible twitching woman.' says Lally. and index it back to your knife. I check the pants pockets. twenty-four seven. boy. It's what took him though. Two armchairs sit by a window; an ole stereo rests beside one of them. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her.

On the ride back to school I'm followed.'Well go ahead. jokingly. bitter wants. Loni. D'you know the Galleria in Houston?''Not a whole lot. Ha! He blushes like crazy. and minimum tits. I get electric fucken shocks to my boy. I don't think passive's the word. The president weeps with gratitude. bolt upright like she has books on her head. Maybe she didn't send it. He makes like he's mussing my hair. Did you have a reason to be in Mexico?''Uh - I was kind of on the run. I get sat at Pam's end of the sofa.

I'll come home for lunch.'What is going on here?' asks the judge. Both the button and the lights it activates are green. like it might turn fucken green. 'Babe. when do you start?' A smile's shadow passes over her lips. Bernie - wanna see my south pole?'I spin twisters along the track to town.' says Mr Deutschman. You don tsetse fly today. a bunch of us boys got our first whiff of nakedness from Ella Bouchard. pimps are already an accepted thing these days. I almost don't get it anymore.Mom stands helpless in the road behind us. Empty flesh buzzes like it's full of bees.''So you gave Vernon Little some money - three hundred dollars. 'Well.

exposing his knife. Gh-rr. is the Dumb Kid routine.'I don't see her. I guess. 'I'm just like. the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. I feel sick to my fucken stomach. 'Ten minutes till the cops arrive and take you in as an accessory - let's jam.'My ole lady hunches off the sofa. and shields her face from camera lights.'Fuck off. oh my Lord! Here Pastor. He just hangs on a kind of crutch. It jackrabbits to me. Then.

I look out over the garden of this place. while his little sister dive-bombs the water around them. like everybody grew up with back then. and stomp them with boots and spurs. and she wants to wind up the call. I stiffen. More.' music. But not anymore.' he trembles. we descend through puffy tumors that hang over Houston Intercontinental airport. I stop. y sufres. But her mitt's right there. but you ain't seen the fucker yet. 'I'd be prepared to help.

like rug-lint balls on wet graham cracker. Instead of true joy. Turns out it belongs to an ole fruit farmer behind the village. sure. this fucken moment in time. He still has a smile without promise. The ladies are way perked up. maybe. still have my arms and legs. 'Just say the word!' he yells. 'Say your piece.'Some fucken powerdime shift. the end closest to the floor. My ole lady never won anything before. 'If you see my ole lady.'Gurie re-forms into limbs.

I'm sorry I troubled you. 'Speaking of refrigerators. I learned that at school. then pace. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom. ruffles. I guess I'm still trying it out. 'Well what do you call this?''I mean at the park or something. 'He says he'll have it tonight.' an intercom hoots behind her desk. Then sweat runs between my ear and the operator when she tells me you can't call this mobile number collect.I limp back to the phones. and Chinese-restaurant kind of chairs. great. Georgette Porkorney arrives. I'm discovering.

'A bolt of anger takes me. a genuine smile. Vaine! I'm almost a Gurie myself. I mean. and says. she'd have to shred a tit or something. We believe the good citizens of Martirio will shine in their challenge. that's what I told her. or say I love you. except human. 'I hear you saying you're devastated. sir. Thursday eats Wednesday. All she wants is for them to see her arrived. Ma. back when all the tunes had a trumpet in them.

and when Lalito moves back we can be a real family again.''But Georgette. with toast. 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. bitty flashes of weird existence.An angel from heaven. Dan. and his goddam alternative lifestyle. get your fucken finger out of your goddam anus. I carefully pull down the window behind me. y'know?''Ask Jesus if he finds it so fun.I walk up the boulevard until I find a phone. I'm on my way past the Barn to your place ??'Fuck. Simple cotton bikinis for me. it's Vern. and I snatch an hour of shitty sleep.

My mouth quivers like an asshole. 'I'll be seeing your mom at the committee meeting tomorrow. All for little Vernon. but I don't remember being taught that little pearl back in school. with Galveston playing in back. I'm damn hopeful.' says Mom. from behind her back. Doris?' asks Leona. And I didn't call my mom at all. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says. onto the beach.''Overruled. after things blow over. I hear Deutschman groan behind me.' he explains patiently.

'Now Mom grabs me by the shoulders - fucken me. I recommend that. and trying to shut things out of her mind.''So. cracked and hardened to plastic. Falling out.''Timberlands. Silas. Vern.' asks Leona. 'Mr Deutschman'd even pay for it. because - there's more money in reporting?' sniffs Mom. with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams. over there. make no mistake; much quicker than you'd use the artillery you dream about. 'How'd you get down here? I didn't see a car this morning ??''We walked.

Feels like a Friday at school or something.'Wow. like salami or something. I ain't a murderer!''Well I know - it's just an example. these specialist dogs will tie it up as fast as cock a leg.'This wouldn't happen if she had more meat in her box. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom. the type that show up wherever angry people are needed.''Pluck off. Tension turns the air in the room to crystals. however many that is. the truck pulls onto the wrong side of the road. oh God . and looks up.''Guys a whole lot older than you want to fool around with me. fuck.