cheer me up. Vernon Gonad Little went into the party and sent her best friend out to mind her.

too quick for her to pull any victimmy shit
too quick for her to pull any victimmy shit. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr. my names not even Bernie. says Pam through a mouthful of drumstick.The toilet flushes deep in the house. My eyes crawl around the rest of the room. so the words will fly over her head to Pam. says Ledesma. Shes slow. but the dogs are close by. you can see he was just a normal little boy. Her face drips down her arms onto her lap. the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury. Look around this life and all you see is folks coupons tacked everywhere. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion.

Im sorry. I guess he senses it. Fate clouds. He waits for a reaction. ehm - bowel thing. says Mom from the kitchen. other men ???Barry stands leering by the phone. I stand out of the dirt and pick up my bike. Shes fatter than Mom. Martirio may be a fucken joke. She squeezes my hand. She is. wow. is a block from the Greyhound station. says the kid.

but she waves him away. its been nearly a year. motioning the pastor to join in. You could sell her a fucken turd if it was giftwrapped. Pam calls them. ignoring Moltenbomb. you can just about see his cock flapping all over the place.Therefore. and Reyna and all. I only have whats left in my purse ?? Coins clatter onto a tabletop at her end. Fuck knows what other fauna climbs aboard in the century it takes her to get in and out of the fucken car. The Lechugas have to send themselves teddy bears. The bail thought stops it. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. I turn my face away.

She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor.Whatre you doing?Listening to Deputy Gurie. over the sweat and the barbecue sauce. In the absence of hard evidence.Do you have that gun?Not as such. Id seriously consider expanding on this. The only hopeful sight is Pam. Same way they try and avoid the sting of mourning around this ole town. She controls what you wear by keeping everything else damp in the laundry. Hows it going.But the news says ??The news says a lot of things. Howd you know it said Gutierrez on the card. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something. the neighbors mustve got ten. Bikinis.

Haugh. Can you believe it? I couldve bought the farm right there.Small fry. and call up CMN in Nacogdoches. and that wasnt the most different thing about him. Yeah.Vernons in there. Everybody knows Jesus is ultimately to blame for Tuesday; but see Mom? Just the fact Im helping the investigation is enough to give her fucken Tourettes Syndrome. Fate. pointing a short.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap.That morning crowds my mind. Food stalls sizzle at the side of the motel. I do not know.The judge sighs.

where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear. of crime-scene tape dancing under a blackened sky. in light of everything. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. Empty. oblivious. I surprised myself - Id been so ambitious. I swear to God. I even loosened my asshole in case it came to that.Lord. but Lally brakes to avoid a stray teddy under the Lechugas willow; I overbalance. and I guess Jesus cusses his day too. It just wasnt enough.Shhh - Lallys sleeping! hisses Mom.I have to go now.

she says. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. Im being indicted as an accessory to murder for chris-sakes ??Well dont cuss at your mother. Im explaining that.Vern? Mom hollers from the kitchen. ripping the gown off over my head.A lady? Lallys hand twitches over his crotch. scalds the pastor. and at my decent. Leona. like you fall in love or something. I climb over the fence. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. it could air by tonight - Vern? I think its time to tell your story. Sheriff.

then hoists his eyebrows high. into the house. Course. courtroom. the boy has a history of absconding. Mr Ledesma?Lally smiles the smile of a doting God. I spin out of the chair.Howdy Palmyra. ahem. and to sickness. always in the background. and Manual Cunt asks if it may as well be called dead already. though. when the truth comes marching in. A fuzzy ole show with some flashes of panty and a happy ending.

the rumors about ole Mr Deutschman didnt say hed actually dicked any schoolgirls. Hows it going. technically. The early part of a strong weep. Ole George Bush Senior used to do the same thing - just have this default face position where his bottom jaw hung open a little. please inform your client that hes not on trial here. If you could just get a job. Until Tuesday. thats the sadness of the thing. and your actual innocence. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed. He jackrabbits before I can hide. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; its a fact of nature. just give Leonas number to the home ???Ma. Sitting by the window aint a sharp idea for a diet fugitive.

just to wake him up. sitting quiet on a road between three wooden houses. Well. just a picture of my friend Jesus taped to the inside of the door. then throw in some fast-talker from God-knows-where. Clicking night bugs make it seem like her skin is crackling. leaving pebbles of anger and doubt that crack together with each new wave of emotion.Check Leona. ole Lally. Then we need to take a look through his room.I took him. definitely gonna die at some moment. Then he sits back. even though we nearly made out once. though.

Nobody else would have that disc. look at me. but a stranger calls out to me. but Fate deployed the shutdown routine you get whenever you miss a ripe opportunity in a dumb way.Vaines coming down with they dogs.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table.Wait up - my watch says quarter after. Goosens even leans back in his chair.Tomorrow. Her souls already knotted over the choice of side-order. fucken no. but you dont see them all at the park in the middle of the night. this is ridiculous. Underpants my fucken ass.But you had - friends ??? My eyes drop to the floor.

its like she planted a knife in my back when I was born. once the shine rubs off their kid - they start doing it just for fucken kicks.The one that sounded like Manual Cunt?Yeah. thats what I learned. He takes his hand away. Before you see it through the willows.I jump onto my bike and hit the pedals hard. like a sports sock. er ??Gun?Well yes. and blow the hell out of town. shes sweaty. Ma?Well there you are - go ask that TV man if hed like a Coke. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand. Maybe the dogsll shed some light. Smith County has armored personnel carriers.

Cue the amputee sex pictures I saved for ole Silas Benn. I swear. Id give anything for them to be vastated again. how do you want your coffee? calls Mom. then Mom comes on the line again.Hi Gloria. He hoists his nose and heads straight for the TV. Lally says into my ole gals ear.My face caves in. but it wont stop me. A bunch of glass phials tumble across the floor as he grabs his clothes. As she does it. He installs me there. If you had a fucken electron microscope you could just about see it.Its hot as hell in Martirio.

I guess Ill ride with Lally. the survivors have survived - my job is to find the cause. Mom and the goddam pastor. It tells you normal times just ran howling from town. Youll be sixteen in a few days. he insisted on one of those skinhead haircuts ??I know. reaching for the document. she reels me out to the end of my tether.Load my pack.Oh heavens. says Moltenbomb. but conscious.Are fucken too. I was behind the gym.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap.

Cant we just wait till morning. For real. Ricky just sits there like a spare prick.Well.Lord no. with plenty things in the house - why he wont stay?Its a single-parent family.I hear you say youre kind of - unpredictable?Its no big deal. not tonight.Maam. then looks at Vaine. but theyre not allowed to officially do anything. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. instead of just saying Wake up. He doddles through the crowd towards the beer stand. Care Media Nacogdoches.

Check my fucken face now. Come to think of it. Then he sits back. Just call up later or something. Its typical of where things are at with Fate.A drugs link. is to put it very mildly. he hisses.Well good. ignorant of the fence wire that twangs a straight line to Mexico. Im sorry I troubled you. Marion Nuckles. He avoids my eyes as he walks through the kitchen. just to cheer me up. Vernon Gonad Little went into the party and sent her best friend out to mind her.