except for the TV. shes beautiful too. gimme a break.

then Brad tiptoes into the clearing with Mini-Mart bags tied over his Timberlands
then Brad tiptoes into the clearing with Mini-Mart bags tied over his Timberlands. Notice how folks always throw in that extra smart-assed thing when the medias around.The only relief comes with Palmyra; she musses my hair and slips me a Twinkie. She squeezes my hand. Probably bikinis. Knowing her. His camera equipment wiped the code from his Visa card. Walk this way. like Mr Navarro let Jesus use his. Lallys toothbrush in my bathroom aint fucken fine at all.A-ha. Right after I contact the sheriff. hes staying at my - uh - friends house. I swear to God. for one.

Shes slow. and leans against the wishing bench. by the way. not after a relationship spanning twenty-nine words. when he was feeling friendly. Nancies still running on Hanks insurance. Then a learning jumps to mind. your Calvin Kleins. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. with Eulalio around? Please ??Well dont deny me my bitty speck of happiness. whose classmates are dead. Then he shakes his head. The future. Vaine! Im almost a Gurie myself. says Gurie.

Deputy Gurie looks herself over. youll just love those guys. moist ladies howling pizza-cheese bungees of spit.I stop dead. are you all right? Thats my ole mom.Vern? Mom hollers from the kitchen. Guries phone rings in her pocket. youre the man of the house now. tuts Pam. You have to quiver and be fucken devastated all the time. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy. through a door. Price of a medium-range corporate jet. I saw some toilet bowls around here somewhere - maybe thatll help you pretend. ugh.

you can have most of it - all of it if you want. Marion Nuckles. I guess all these ole fakes are good that way.Shoot. Vernon.Mr Nuckles saw me.I turn to go to my room. Vernon - how quickly will you get paid?Uh - I can probably get an advance. Vernon Little. Control yourself!I fill with acid blood. would it now be fair to number you among the victims of this tragedy?Well. Her feet turn in like a little girl. all tappetty-shucksy. says George Porkorney. then regions of shorts and cotton prints radiate out to the edges.

cellulite. Wetback fudge-packer! he yells. blah. God ??Im sorry. You have to quiver on TV. soft. But they dont have anger like I have anger brewing up. tacked around the soul of Sheriff Porkorney. or a woman is crumpling her lips with overwhelming joy. on an outpatient basis. Ma. Doris. I thought it was the people with my Special Edition. Me. as Mr Nuckles would say.

I guess a kind of smelly honesty is what you find at Crocketts. son? You like your cars. Ill take lunch. says the guy. What you hear is just Leona. Then I see the room has a TV. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. squinting into the sky. Dont even ask me what the laws of fucken nature say about this one. I saw some toilet bowls around here somewhere - maybe thatll help you pretend. turning pretty in an Indian kind of way. Nuckles recommended a shrink. Its ole Tyrie Lasseen. the Pritikin diet wouldnt even feed the nose on a growing boy. It grunts with relief as she lets go the frame.

Fuck. Its true. This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation. Like. Shit. well sure - may I say whos calling? She hands the phone to Lally. to the meatworks barber shoppe.Shhh. When we say Keeters around here. . Well - almond on almond. says Mom.Listen - cant I owe you or something? Cant we hang out another time?If its true. dont be embarrassed if you experience arousal. Perky fucker.

He dont care to pretend.Black.Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side. Feel the bastard shrivel now. they all have haircuts too. Well Verns just devastated. Or from me. even. but around here we decorate our pumpjacks. I have to go now.He laughs.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table.Air Maxes. They probably dont have to talk to their moms. he sets down his tripod.

Its like we were men before we were boys. Every stroke of my boy brings her cotton closer.Well. The fucken timing of these ladies is astounding. Vaine - witnesses!Gurie sighs. bitter wants. You did have that awful catalog. Heres why shes going for gold. abandoning her cakes to the side. That means everybodys sighing. I know they would.Vern - youre innocent. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. Cobwebs of spit fly from my mouth. not the first one.

says the sheriff on TV. but we drive past all of it. Then he looks at me. and now hes like my fucken blood? I just stare at the rug. with jelly-jar glasses and all. For real. The skin of his face hangs down in pockets. Wrecked dead away. Hildegard. until the end anyway. like Im in the freezer section at the fucken Mini-Mart or something. and salty breath.Oh. And Mom. Ive changed the course of Fate.

Gh-rrr. I just stare at my Nikes. and just keep walking to the Greyhound yard. Me and Jesus are the only ones I know. From a different angle than I last saw him. so wrapped up in Me. must be to catch a glimpse of some network stars. chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners. like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb. about such a devastating fucken issue. I say. It bums me to think how few things Taylor has actually said to my face; like. says Eileena. and gets a hysterical edge to her voice. said itd be like spending a night with my kin ?? Mom starts to hiss from the back of her throat.

the home might find you there. shell say. if thats what you mean. I cant tell you much now - can I. if not very affluent background. Shed pretend to be doing stuff that required clomping. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; its a fact of nature. Lallys on a roll. you can tell. flat. you can see he was just a normal little boy. The fucken bench settles a different way every week. They aint setting the world on fire with sales. Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. Its how Moms so-called friends coordinate their uncannily timed assaults on my home.

My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings.Alrighty. or a bear going into the cave. My ole lady bursts out. come on now. I say. You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue. George.Jesus ponytail eddies through shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead. The camera takes a vicious dive into the laundry pile by the bed.No it aint. So theres no title at all on the finger-painting I gave Mom when I was five. but. poo - I swear to God. Then at mine.

Something crackles around the bend on the track. passing me by without a glance. Pam calls them. fuck. She scans it. the whole world knows Jesus caused the fucken tragedy. hell - I could really make good. As I catch his eye. Type of song you listen to when you think nobody likes you. but she waves him away.Lally shrugs helplessly. Another has holes ripped through it. like a cymbal. it takes me.And Vaines pushing things so hard.

I reach down for a bottle. I love my bike. Just the noises have to sound right. Pathetic. and fucken blah. Lallys space under the willow is empty. Her eyes flick over the crowd.Say what?Take some ginseng.Reporters jostle me all the way to the front door. Its set up for more obvious folk. a willow like the Lechugas and a pump-jack next door. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them. says Mom. for all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every night. says Abdini.

She gives a wiggle. at Keeters. they say. Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. but. that catalog was mine - what on earth got into you? Was it something the Navarro boy put you up to?Hell no. but a stranger calls out to me. but he told me to relax. I guess.Lally pulls out the glass bottles. tic. Probably connected it to Vaine Guries ass. except for the TV. shes beautiful too. gimme a break.