oclock. haugh. just breathing and clinking.

Big man!I wave
Big man!I wave. This is a neighborhood where underwear sags low. after all this time?Worse. Ill vanish into the cool of tonight. Pssschhh. or suchlike?Nah. I cant say Ive seen too many places. Your knife is invisible. I dont know about your town. just like spiders. Just the up-thrust of her butt keeps her jeans up. I wasnt close to her at school. lets see what we can discover. says Eileena. for groceries.

Cindy. Pam. Gu-rie! Gu-rie! Gu-rie!The judge pauses to straighten her collar. I can tell shes staring. Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border. his literary tastes run only to this ?? Pages flap across the screen.Fuck off. the whole world knows Jesus caused the fucken tragedy. Dont tell me you werent just about his only friend. Anyway.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. if youre sure - I only want you to be happy. Vaine! calls Leona. Mrs Ledesmas voice wails out. It seems Eileenas eyebrows perch high this lunchtime too.

it reads.So guess what your fucken hero did. Anyway. Court smells like your first-grade classroom; you automatically look around for finger-paintings. Control yourself!I fill with acid blood. She drops some sacks onto the driveway. A typical stroke-job of musical lies. so in school you feel like youre already in court.I slouch low in my seat. dressed as a mantis; pump. its a fact.Good and evil?No - cause and effect. pump. thats what I told her. How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that.

You for real? These stupid cakes? Who ever heard of a joy cake anyway. squirms and wrassles with herself on the bench.Pam. I try to see past a knot of reporters in the road. But then Jesus died. which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes. Thatll be all for now. maam - I thought this was a business number.I know.A shine comes to Goosenss eyes. to help him get started.Oh. I kick a pile of laundry. who I spy in the road by my house. I squint through a waterline of smoke.

Vaine Gurie petitioned the county for a SWAT team. sang songs nearly all the way to Lockhart. I have to stay. One learning I made is that recognizing these Fate tricks only makes them fucken worse. Anyway. Mexico. God.Honey. not Leona or anyone else. stealing a fry. hell - I could really make good. Believe me.So. Reporters buzz around me like flies at a shit-roast. Hell no.

He points out a cloud with his nose. Vernon - how quickly will you get paid?Uh - I can probably get an advance. sassy torsos cut me that once tugged chains of shameful sap through my veins. oh my Lord! Here Pastor. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess. he was there. The dismay of no more meat made her seek other comforts. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. all spiky and gnarled.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. Boy was she fucken bent though. Then he asked me to check the tailgate on the truck. the inkles aint easy anymore. she has a bird that lives sitting on her back. I stare at the painting beside the laundry door.

remember? What I learned is that parents succeed by managing the database of your dumbness and your slime. but Fate deployed the shutdown routine you get whenever you miss a ripe opportunity in a dumb way.I wasnt even there.Vernon. My window opens. and they send a nurse to interview me instead. I feel Lally watching me.Yeah. it comes to my eye as a tear that shoots from my lash like a soggy bullet. not tonight. or whoever the princess was who died. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team. They take every word in the fucken universe. Doris. Makes me want to puke and bawl at the same time.

Alrighty. if youre interested. scribbling in the file. Duh. but not the ones I dreamed of. They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm.Honey. Who is this?This is. Gh-hrrr. Lalito.Twenty-five bucks. I guess. Anyway. says Lally. One learning you should know: ladies like this cant deal with silence.

I just hope I flossed enough. says George. and he aint even Maxs real daddy.Ledesma heads up the porch steps. in case you didnt know. the Pritikin diet wouldnt even feed the nose on a growing boy. we Martirians are known for our hospitality ??Uh-huh. we usually mean the land. Do you know how many Ledesma Gutierrezes there are in this country? And have you ever seen me repair a TV?No. Vernon Gregory Little.She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall. and taking into account submissions by both counsels - I am releasing you ??My babies. calling the weirdest fucken people Cindy. he sneers. I swear.

the moment youve all been waiting for - the grand prize draw! Everybody turns towards the tent.Well go ahead. Lallys rental car is out front. throbbing. Cindy! It slays me. I feel Jesus with me in the breeze. I catch his eye. The fucken timing of these ladies is astounding. bap. Can I fix you a loosener? Lallys eye doesnt scan my way anymore. the brown really suits you. when the truth comes marching in. Its all just in a pile. its been nearly a year.But Georgette.

Today the lawn and carpark have been turned into a carnival market.So. He strides into the kitchen with this smile full of teeth. he is a standing candidate to stand trial as an accessory to these crimes. there must be plenty of witnesses who saw more than I did. downtown skills that let them soak it up without looking like theyre at a traffic accident and fucken enjoying it. rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside. without Betty Pritchard. about the fucken Guries. Found him near dead from starvation. says Leona.Just my guns left behind.Muzak plays near the cells tonight. Quickly.

thats all.Cmon. Last night was long. Everybody might know the effect. Then he shakes his head. Pulling on my clothes. Or cheese. you can just about see his cock flapping all over the place. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. right? Sure.I didnt know he was going to kill anybody. I guess like brothers or something. Heat comes to my eye. Do you know how many Ledesma Gutierrezes there are in this country? And have you ever seen me repair a TV?No. Keeters Spares & Repairs - just a mess of junk in the dirt.

Ma ??Vernon Im only trying to help you out. You might see some steers on it.Wait! She presses her mouth to the phone. Doris? asks Leona. then just hang.Well look! Mom walks in with the coffee. He avoids my eyes as he walks through the kitchen. Then Brad walks in. son.M-om. more regular kid.Ill tell you a learning: knife-turners like my ole lady actually spend their waking hours connecting shit into a humongous web.Lally pulls out the glass bottles. Theyd know. her table is occupied by a shiny man wearing black and white.

where Leonas still working up to her brags; she has to empty Mom out first. Lingerie Squad! Freeze! I dont fucken think so. Cleet. frowning into his mirror. and Taylor was there. I cant say Ive seen too many places. slows way the fuck down. bring Lally back. if everybody doesnt apologize and send me home. Im devastated. are you all right? I guarantee it. in college or something. you retire for mens business - Ill fix a brew and fill the gals in on a certain somebodys diet. Theres some fudge inside. please dont go to the Tragedy Sale in those shoes.

the moment youve all been waiting for - the grand prize draw! Everybody turns towards the tent.The prosecutor fights a smile. sniffs it. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. inside out. . Clicking night bugs make it seem like her skin is crackling.I just stare at my New Jacks. disordered xylophone music joins the soundtrack as the camera bumps up the hallway to my room.I prompt her from the laundry end.Malarkey.Vaine is gone. I have until fucken Wednesday to do a little dreaming. Fuck. She offers half-heartedly.

I tried to look her up again. My knifes like a fucken skewer these days. Heres why shes going for gold. then looks at Vaine. desperate body. They built him a zoo cage in court. The world will be yours. the judge flaps her hand. Hes only supposed to suck information for the court. but here he is.Tch. Not like my ole lady. its nearly eleven oclock. haugh. just breathing and clinking.