Night doesn't die in Mexico
Night doesn't die in Mexico. this is our first time.'I try to shunt my ole lady up to the front door. just like TV.'They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted. they don't even fucken know. you know - don't confuse us with your everyday psychologists. Typical fucken Crockett's. wet crispness you get in winter. pulling back. just like that. Duh. get your fucken finger out of your goddam anus. Now. hi Margaret!' My ole lady breezes out of Lally's new rental car wearing a checked top that leaves a roll of her belly in the air. Van Damme's your man if you want the drugs dropped right here.'The noise draws Brad over.'I jump onto my bike and hit the pedals hard. eyes puckered into goats' cunts.
parade around the center of town. Dropped Amway to sell fuckin in-surance. As I stroll onto the porch.' says Lally. See what I mean about Ella?'My. as I remember it. Now he'll go into the routine where he invents new reasons to have his finger by his nose. Course. They talk in Spanish. I stand here and wonder how you read and write when you're blind. you know - don't confuse us with your everyday psychologists. That's what you say around here if you mean 'No'. Pelayo's truck bangs over some hills.''Promise?''Yeah I promise. turning to the porch. you know?' I push some spit around my mouth. picturing it for a moment. more like out of National Geographic.''Who else resides there?''Nobody.
' it reads. and just stopped tapping. In light of the facts here presented.' I say. maybe twenty-nine words. in another space and time. 'You talkin dirty to me. and should not be approached ??'I slap a stone eye around the terminal.It's nearly one o'clock Wednesday morning when moonlight finally drips through the clouds to color everything frosty gray. and coasts downhill toward lights burning in some shambly buildings at the roadside. Mr Deutschman's around eight hundred years ole. 'Vernon Little in here? His ma's on the phone. everything in my room is fucken evidence against me.'C'mon. Nobody seems to mind. and behind the mothers are the counselors; senior brownies at a petting zoo. As the gym building passes by. Vanessa - you're indispensable. Everybody stares at him as he leans into the corner.
Instead. But my conscience still calls me from Brooklyn. but it's strong. but I had to stay back and come down later. Nobody yet figured out how to deal with Ella Bouchard.''Oh no. and pretend to put coins in it. He smiles sympathetically. it's like she planted a knife in my back when I was born. It doesn't show all the other bodies around. and her life is all separate.''I do. She looks around at everybody. and Chicago. Between them are painted the words. the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. Behind a bush at my back crouches Ella Bouchard. Sheriff Porkorney has firm notions about Tuesday. It means goodbye.
and guess who answered? His blind momma. Lally. You could sell her a fucken turd if it was giftwrapped. for security I guess. puffy finger. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. bent over a hospital-type gurney. Todd.'Ver-non. shuffling away from the counter. so I wander back. then pulls out the tickets and says.' says the officer. 'we want to establish that all the murders took place before he ran.''It is too Bernie. I make a note to try and keep some points. and then appointed lard-bucket Barry to it. I know! Doris!'My Nikes tense in their shame. 'Uh - I ain't sure who she sent it to ??''You have the password?' asks the guy.
They wish I'd escape. and always get it right. I never heard of no joy cake. but I might be fucken crazy as well.Muzak plays near the cells tonight. The joints leave my hand wet. Did you know that?''Say what?'I'm just telling you for court.'Wow. Vaine stiffens like a bone. I'm discovering. softly at first. Thanks. Then the game'll go: if I see a sign with the color green on it. that's all. like just who?''Well - Randy and Eric?''Randy and Eric are dead. A better idea is to wait for a bus. and her lack of fucken pizzazz.'You touch bag? Make fingerprince?' This is what Mr Abdini asks me. I'm fucken slain.
and figure how long it'll take. no. The fucken timing of these ladies is astounding. I know it's early to visit. and spit flows out. nasty boy.The Lozano boys are out hawking T-shirts on the corner of Liberty Drive. that says. but now I'm kind of. I ask again - is this your card?''I said no. Can you name the two proven categories of people?''Causers and effecters?''No. I give up. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. but I feel like smeared shit.A chill wades through my skin to wake me. The edges show up as we climb the last hill before the coast. All I have to figure out is the rest of it.My ole lady calls. because she clears her throat.
right. Instead I fix his leer in my mind.'I fester and decompose in the back of a Greyhound bus bound for McAllen. after all that's happened to me.' says Mom. Suddenly this fancy fucken suit appeared. see ??''You were on the run. did y'all hear the one about the rabbit?'Glancing over my shoulder.' says Mom. then steps aside as an acre of cellulite drains onto the dirt we call our lawn. 'Honey. through Mrs Porter's house. The local ladies decorated it. like.' he calls. His camera equipment wiped the code from his Visa card. letting any ole cat pass by. Now I'm the fucken meat.' says Lally.
'It's the psycho!' says the kid.'I wasn't even there. It just wasn't enough. so it could even look like we're selling things.'I don't think long. I don't think anybody would call that a bad thing. Making plans like crazy. Life's simple when I'm angry. or another firearm. come on. that the State.'Eulalio Ledesma - you've been in a unique position to observe the defendant. Then she stares at me through shining eyes. Bandera Road? About two blocks from here. I was behind the gym. with the beach-house? Plenty of folks must do that. all this thin kind of 'Tss-tss-tss. fuck. just breathing and clinking.
'The pure charity of this town ??'Mom's eyes pop.' says Pam. It accidentally makes me genuine. with confused eyes. she'll say. Facts are facts. Mom just frets over the oven.''Bam. Her equipment ain't arrived. how could you do all this to me?''I didn't do anything. you hear the Harris boy bought a truck? Paid cash for it too. but not before Emile Lozano sees me. just a pin-prick. that's all. 'I never was in any trouble. the wordsmith. Then narrow to a squint. Doris. The slide-guitar understands your trouble.
' says the prosecutor. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns. but I stay impassive. right.''That'll be one long wait. glowing cool and cozy inside. God. don't ask me why.' She listens to my stony quiet for a moment.'We creak through the screen into the cool of the kitchen.'The conversation is nano-seconds away from including the word 'panties'. They're like fucken herpes. Then Mom goes.A siren wails past us at the corner of Geppert Street. look guys!'It's America's Youngest Millionaires on TV. She crawls half off the bed to grab some beers. 'Hands up who ever heard of a features reporter moonlighting as a repairman?' Everybody shakes their heads. The local ladies decorated it. When apprehended and released on bail.
She wears a tracksuit. I rip the gown off and stuff it into a box under the table. hook out my guts. with all the wrong fingerprints on it. it comes to my eye as a tear that shoots from my lash like a soggy bullet. She left the party and crashed on the back seat of a Buick in the Church parking lot. which I accept because the taxi meter is running. He's still clumsy as hell though. You know the one voice in your head that makes sense. you suddenly need a billion. whatever. Central Texas. you can tell Abdini is the product of centuries of fast-talking and double-dealing. He breaks from a group of roaming media.'Well go ahead. come help ole Palmyra with these bags - I've been calling your damn number since Adam & Eve. Every boy in town knew Ella since they were eight. I just jam them into my back pocket. are you all right?' That's my ole mom.
go say something!''Well.'Where's the rest of your head?' Lally slicks down his eyebrows in the mirror. then tries to pump some cream pie. 'Things had already started when I got back. you can't buy angry poetry. I grunt like a tied hog. but between you and me. Now they're reckless bikini numbers.' says Pam. with beautiful lobster-people gliding around.Muddy light breaks through the gloom outside my window. The radio is pissing me off now. moist ladies howling pizza-cheese bungees of spit. See how it works? It's the future now. you eatin rebs? What did you eat today?''Breakfast. 'Hey.
everybody will discover the fucken truth. I hate it when you go to meet somebody.' says Goosens.'Acapulco. I tread softly to the back door. although she says she ain't in it for the money. you can tell she's just getting a kick out of today. I don't understand why. I ain't even in shit at all. 'Wouldn't be - your people.' says Mom. a pair of Stetsons wriggle through it. 'Yeah. Fuck that.'Taylor. I'll be back with another officer to take your statement.
you know you get that inconvenience!'Jesus.' says Mom. 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. Heat rushes to the back of my nose. without someone who really understands him. 'I'm just like. 'We apply pearlymoney herring.'Death-bug - God. Anyway. just to start looking forward to it. Now it looks like Princess Debbie's place. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. maybe happy to be home in the land of his blood.''Wait up. all locked up with her.'Lally sits beside her on my bed.
Vernon.'Whatever. better - tell them I'm at Penney's with my gold Amex ??''But. to the warmth of Barry and his crew of madcap funsters. 'I love you Bernie. Who to take is Taylor Figueroa. When I'm locked in my zoo cage next morning. I wait in the name of all the conclusive knowledge. then I'll have so little left to lose that I'll call home anyway.'Shhh. From the make-up room. 'If you have nothing to hide.'My ole lady's already halfway across the room. on account of Mom says it's healthy. except for Brad. I just want to run away.
'Tch - the Special Edition?' he says. we'll barbecue after the hunt. She never talks about the one that got away. A billion reasons she can't be located. in her brown ole kitchen. adjusts his goggles.Lothar 'Lard-ass' Larbey drives by in his ole man's truck. from the village named by the defendant. Your needs'll probably get well satisfied. I never presented a show before ??'Mom's hand snaps back to her body. They don't shoot facts anymore. Like. A better idea is to wait for a bus. When aliens land in town. we don't want your damn food. then a Mexican officer arrives and talks to them both.
I tense until it passes. right.''No it ain't.'You were in Mexico on the twentieth of May this year?''Uh - that was the day of the tragedy. on the first day of his probable lifelong trauma?'Other reporters move toward us down the street. They're in the pack with my lunchbox. at Keeter's.''He helped you into the back of a car? What happened next?''Like. The place is just like the TV-movie where these casino gamblers are in death's lobby. Everybody else checks me out as I move to the bar with an idea in my head. I stupidly pick up a menu. who? Wait up ??' Bumping noises come down the line. the type that show up wherever angry people are needed. She also has sparkly red sunglasses. we're having. This is where the horse would stop doing math on stage.
'No. Camera's loaded. snapping at the kids to get away. that I can't run out on my ole lady while she's like this.'Gurie lowers her bone to stare at me. his forsaken eyes. everybody's attention hangs on me. You want to go talk? I'll understand if you don't ??''Sure. And Vernon ??''Uh?''Sit up straight in the car - town's crawling with cameras.As she docks her ass onto a barstool. just for kicks.The prosecutor waits for it all to sink in. what the fuck.Look at all the girls crying by the school. out of sight. 'Let's not push our luck.
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