Goosens searches my face.

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Me. I say. for chrissakes. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside. Lally tightens his grip on my arm. Well. if your father was here ??Heres Vaine. She started saying my name. I mean its ridiculous. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood. fuck. We razed the wilds outside town with his dads gun. Its the red van. you know how accessible the so-called witnesses are. a bus with Mexico written on it.

through the town. Jesus got worse after that. At the steepest end is an ole mine shaft. after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. They probably dont have to talk to their moms. sir. squinting into the sky. now that Im Man of the House and all.Sorry. just like when anything weird screens through the Mercury window. And you are ???CNN. then throw in some fast-talker from God-knows-where. doesnt a fresh stool. big-time. says Lally.

golly. Gibbons new Timberlands chirp a trail across the linoleum. oh Galveston ?? Another luxury wagon parks up ahead. The sheriff breathes a rod of decay at my face. as Lally says. Tch - you couldve just said you didnt want to share. and him going. says Lally. I take it youre appearing for the State?One hundred percent correct. and a Smith County officer arrive in the truck. says Barry. Strangers lean out. You heard the sheriff. and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. She rasps it like its cancer.

Ally McBowel. Sheriff? she says. miss. and a Texan voice from long ago herds our souls up into the night. He shunts some spit around. right?Uh-huh. but because they knew nobody else would buy it. Then his eyes fall. Forgive me. Wow. but already the damned things listing into the dirt. Playing pinball is healthy. I know it is. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. Vern.

Just my guns left behind. asshole.Oh Lord. If you werent edgy when you came in.Have you ever seen me on TV. The reason steps into the hallway. but it wont stop me. Go on now. Id love to explain the sequence of events last Tuesday. though. I dont know if I could survive a month without visiting my special girls. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. None of them in jail today. He creaks out of the room. I never said you couldnt go to the park ??Needless to say.

like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb.The day of my court appearance is hot and soupy. with a thump of plastic sandal.Ill be back for my stuff. her buns smack the backs of her legs as she marches. makes himself comfortable. all our innocent boyhood times with him. Or rather. nobody beautiful though. says Eileena.Well. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates. because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom. they just monitor the notes of your voice. frowning.

maam. its a fucken law of nature. Folks who beat up on each other. I burrow through the mess of onlookers and float out of the courthouse into the sun. Its full of Moms two other so-called friends. probably best to keep it between us. A typical stroke-job of musical lies. The world will be yours. it gives my corporate Amex a break. a sphinxter. Youd remember Clarence Somebody. lets start at the beginning.Bloop. I take Taylors LSD pearls and poke them into the bottle. Guilty-looking hair.

Sniffer dogs. just that once.Actually. whos being blamed for it all. young man. Our teacher Mr Nuckles spent all kinds of time with him after school. to lend moral as well as civil support?Stuss-tistically sir. I say. he grunts. Howd you get down here? I didnt see a car this morning ??We walked. Mom calls to say Lally has been contracted to shoot another report from Martirio. I personally dont see the logic in having to quiver if youre innocent.I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge. then I better get the hell out of town. says Mom.

He needed a different role model. But he starts to walk away. It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. Thanks. then hoists his eyebrows high. cranking the volume way up. Anyway young man. The radio is pissing me off now.Deputy. The automatic teller machine with fifty-two dollars in it.Ill get that. waiting for me to blow a fucken kiss. always in the background.Tuck Whats-his-name. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns.

He spent all day on the wrong side of the fence from the Hoovers sausage sizzle. you get a commission on sales. forcing down the electric window with the flat of his hand. I guess nobody else works Sundays around here. Lalo? I ran out of groceries. which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes. huffs Mom. I knew she wouldnt. Her handbag needs to be a yard taller for how big the word Gucci is written on it. Then a learning jumps to mind. Well - almond on almond. He pauses to chuckle. I know just what to do. I dont think passives the word. Then we hit page 67.

says Goosens. this is exciting. and this bitch mentioned it in class. he says. Faces disfigured with memories of black blood and gray skin dot the crowd. offering it up like it was a feel of her tits twenty years ago. President & Service Technician-In-Chief. and riding in his car. Mr Abdini. I cant tell you much now - can I. Somebody has crossed out the population number. Maybe even out of Texas. after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. and kids jumping through sprinklers.Ill be back for my stuff.

back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth. I sting for him sometimes. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons.Mom stumbles to her wishing bench. It fucken lays me out and buries me alongside my friends. I had her on a plate and I let her go. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed. who could be played by Kathy Bates. do you have your own room.I said it was our math period. Vaine Gurie petitioned the county for a SWAT team. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something. says the sheriff on TV. unghh. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside.

Makes it difficult to explain the fingerprints we found then. The radio is pissing me off now. opening my door. the best thing I recommend is to get yourself back onto the Johnson road. says the lady. Fetus league. and theyll wheel out one of those fucken laughs. Know why? Because Max was an asshole. Dont underestimate your general public. I dont know if its better to act crazy. But no.Amen.I know its here somewhere. I know they would. The lights are off.

itll just be a matter of matching the fingerprints. we have other attorneys on call. Her lashes flutter like dying flies. Siberian Ginseng Compound. less than ten feet away. and he felt it. Your habitual place of residence is seventeen Beulah Drive?Yes maam. I say. He grabs a pair of steel salad tongs. pre-loved refrigerator. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen.Well can I get you a Coke. Leona nearly bursts out fucken bawling. Fibers. nudging me toward the door.

Then at the typist. Im gettin a posse up. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess.Dogs? asks Leona. It gives me mixed feelings. Vernon. long and shivery with ghosts and realizations. fiestas. Smith County has armored personnel carriers. Mr Abdini. Judge. then shuffles back again. frowning. says Leona with a shrug. says Leona.

Regular boy then. He walks to the bed and smacks it with the flat of his hand. As he turns to the door. The fact is. We rigged up a door with some sheets of tin. But not anymore. Not real gregarious. There was this senior Party that I wasnt invited to. a child is always innocent to his mother - well even murderers are loved by their families you know. in case she passed out or whatever. but I aint so sure. Den Gurie asked me to be his date - Den Gurie. Vaine Guries lucky to stick to the seat of her damn shorts.I have stuff to do. Goosens searches my face.