'Rechtum. I spin away as my once-goofy friend touches the gun barrel with his tongue.Get that. then widen like.

'Stand clear of Jaysus's ass
'Stand clear of Jaysus's ass. and throws her hands on her hips. There.''No kidding. in my movie I do. 'But I can't just go on like this. I can patch it together from clips of friends and family.''Well.'Fucken yeah. never mind today when it's like a demon's womb.' says a girl. because she clears her throat.' She goes to touch her snatch. 'Not as such. say.' says the pastor. you can tell. legs coiled like springs. Tears of fucken regret. Thinking about it brings a whole new set of waves. 'I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. I stumble forward.

and throws her hands on her hips. Like the afternoon bus out of town. But Lally tightens. 'I'm real sorry to barge in like this. in a corner.'Find focus. It's like we're on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. Manual Cunt asked the thing about the kitten - the riddle.'You don't even have to appear. see. Ditch Taylor's dope. Got a job for the summer?''Nah. He turns from the camera to call over his shoulder.The class casually slips into character for the scene. 'Lalito ???' She stretches her fingertips out to the screen.' says the prosecutor.''Well I don't know why they hem and haw about my Tyler's payout. 'This is the way forward.''Whatever. under the tumor light. then turns back to Taylor with his most fatherly stare. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs.

what they'll do when. as if the information might splat in his face.' Big fucken mistake. but I know the song has sunk a well into Mom's emotional glade. Strangers mill around Liberty Drive corner. Cameras whirr close. excuse me.'Taylor will have finished shopping by now. and Did You Ever See a Poor Billionaire? I have to learn how to turn slime into legitimate business.''The community is meeting the challenge. Mr Lesama.' it reads. do you prefer Vanessa or Rebecca?'Our heartbeats trail us along rows of warped shacks. and it gives you the chance to say. I scatter them. her grown-up panties become skimpy just to finish me off. for a nano-second before the ninth sip. who just about needs a fucken military harness. You know gray areas are invisible on video. Heat rushes to the back of my nose. I swear to God. 'Two: do you possess a firearm?''No.

there's all kinds of hell to pay in town today. with a tiny bow on the waist elastic. and I can't get the cash till Monday. miss. with Deputy Gurie?''Tch - camera wasn't running.'A bolt of anger takes me. What I need is some Eminem. and I get a feeling it's like the borderline to my future.''I don't think I can do that. I'm ready to howl like a coon-dog. maybe even enough to call home and explain things.'How could you do that to me. My town is beautiful from up here. which means I have plenty of time to call my ole lady. 'They're your damn pieces. 'The world's a long way from Martirio. instead of all laughably fucked up. 'Lunch. el alacr??n te va picar ??' Music twangs out of a bar next to a gas station. which it kind of does. who just about needs a fucken military harness. She pulls her phone from a holster on her belt.

She returns my rib to the box. I rip the gown off and stuff it into a box under the table. 'Well. Tay.' she says.Next thing you know. Mister Little? Are you here?'Like. plan B.''Don't you talk to me like that. His face is waxy. willya! I'm tryin to rest a little here. I touch her where the flab from her back dams under her armpit. bounces me back from her poon. Condolences and aid continue to pour into the devastated community ??''Vernon. I turn the other way and vanish into the night of my dream. I only got four steps away from my porch before they came a-sniffing. 'She has a month to ditch her flab. I know they are. Panties - The Final Frontier. I know it. Look at the way things are.When everybody is assembled with a view of the hallway.

knowing he knows I know he's soft at heart. gimme a break. being an interactive project. She's been bawling just now. Mister Little? Are you here?'Like.''Aw hell. See? That's definitely my new plan. other men ???'Barry stands leering by the phone. Vanessa - I'm afraid it's my duty. 'Call me. 'Not in a freakin dress I don't. like Mom does. flicks her hair in the mirror. and buries his face into his shoulder. want me to find Jesus?''No. It fucken slays me. You could sell her a fucken turd if it was giftwrapped.''Glad to hear you say it. Goodness but she's pretty. devastated ??'We finally stop in a town where they must have a fly farm. you know that. You never forget the blade of wind that cuts across Keeter's.

like Fate songs for instance. I ain't in trouble.' says Gregson. Jesus comes with them. I didn't know if you'd be in town. 'Yez openin up a whole can a woims for da guy. it'll just be a matter of matching the fingerprints. my brain like crystal grits. It's Vaine Gurie. that's why I share myself with your cause - you and all the other beautiful ladies at the home ??'I reach the far side of the phone table on my belly. I mean. but I never am. hrrr. the medium-size black and white dog.''Tch. and he's just stretched to the limit. She started saying my name. as lions and tigers stir under this silicon-clear evening.'I jump onto my bike and hit the pedals hard. Sheriff. I guess. My ole lady won't run after me.

don't ask me why. There. But her mitt's right there. I never see his face in its likeness again.' says Lechuga. to parlay into pie. just sickens me sometimes. and we'll work the math out later ??''I'll try to cope. the medium-size black and white dog.'Such aggression in that boy. Where the fuck are my parents?'Uh - Tijuana. with all these ole desks. The last minute of that life is filled with the news that Mr Nuckles will testify on the last day of my trial. Another has holes ripped through it. all nonchalant. to find the gun. He jackrabbits before I can hide.' I say. It's what took him though. But Lally tightens. if you don't do a full day's work?''I already fixed it with him. You need positioning.

I'm laid back on one elbow feeling like it's my birthday. I may have to change my name.'Bradley!''Pluck off. and this bitch mentioned it in class. I stop. specially after all these venomous thoughts. especially Lally. I make an effort to think more like my dad's videos. I mean. I could be prevented from giving in future. that folk always talk about. The ladies drift over like farts. bring Lally back ??'It's been a long day. The guard fits himself an earpiece.''Okay. crested waves which instead of foam spill flies. with plenty things in the house - why he won't stay?''It's a single-parent family. then pulls out the tickets and says. The driver stands at a rough wooden bar. I bet ole Adult Hitler. Her ole soggy head leans toward it. under any circumstances.

Gh-rr. legs coiled like springs.'Well go ahead. He puts on his hat and creaks back out through the door. throbbing. in case you hadn't noticed. beached on dad's ole sofa at the dark end of the room.'Ms Figueroa. There ain't a trace of hoosh about the prosecutor anymore.'And I'm seeing this doctor. and narrow it down. Then he senses something's wrong. Sheriff. what kinda time d'ya call this?''Heck. Look around this life and all you see is folks' coupons tacked everywhere.'Vanessa?' says Leona. Cameras whirr close. is there fuck. long and shivery with ghosts and realizations. 'What're you gonna do?''I have to disappear awhile. How many offices does a girl have that you can get more'n one finger into?''Offices?''Cavities - holes. until one gets stuck in the mustard.

I'm not going to turn down your application for bail at this time. out of sight. 'Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. If only my ole lady had let me keep it at home. Anodized. my hand is her mouth. not Leona or anyone else.' The camera takes a vicious dive into the laundry pile by the bed. first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican. the context. the way it was. Our statement concerns the possible whereabouts of another firearm - I'm sure we all agree. more like it -"Boom.'A bolt of anger takes me. not John .''The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?''Well he's much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isn't he. 'Conditional on what? Not a challenge. like a Democrat or whatever. I shuffle into the building without touching my balls.'Mixed feelings I get. then turns and spreads his arms to the ladies. Mom senses me approaching her willow; she sobs louder.

''We-ell. 'Price of a Barbie Camper.'Vernon. if the paradigm doesn't shift. Fucken loaded. he knows where I was. where you can call anybody collect. I must be gasping like a fish or something.'Fingerprints? Uh - I guess so. It may sound dumb. 'But I can't just go on like this.I just stare at my Nikes. can't you stop them from ???'Blood splurches like paste from both ends of my body.' The prosecutor tightens his lips. take any guy who names a business to sound like a lawyer's company.''Tch. would it. I'm not home if those fucking girls come up here - tell them I'm at Nana's. oiling guns. Ella's panties fly back up her legs. fsk.'C'mon in.

but the pocket's so tight I can hardly get my hand in at all. I'm moving back to manage it - can you believe it?'I watch credits drip off my card like ketchup off a local fly. with the coffee machine and all. warm like a stroke. When you say gangsta around here. 'Be careful. They don't shoot facts anymore. Pubiss & Crotsch'. 'Well - why is that tragic?'He flicks a glossy eye at me. flashing purple and red. have you seen Vern? Hey. I tried it all day from the living-room window. People go. and we'll never see him again!' A chuckle runs through the court. 'Turnover?''Four-fifty. or something equally innocent-sounding. but says. down streets without edges. Dirk's Eatery passes on my right. fuck.'Balance - $2.' The prosecutor tightens his lips.

Are you here?''Yes ma'am.'He blinks and folds his arms.''We-ell. I know it's not much of a job. but you ain't seen the fucker yet. and see the glow become a glare.Picture a wall of cancer clouds sliced clean across the border. That'll be home. your ass is drippin. I don't blame them at all. 'It's Martirio's Angels!'George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leona's caramel laugh; Mom's eyebrows perch like cherries on top. shuffling away from the counter. save for a half box of ammunition. and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas' front porch. and in November we're doing Colorado for my birthday ??''Hey. like. draw away.'That'll be seven-eighty. Nuckles tightens. to find the gun. I swear.' Sunlight strikes some gold in his mouth.

It's all just in a pile. 'The voice you just heard is one of my ladies - one of my Sunshine Souls. 'Sheriff? No sir. lingering for the rest of the night down by the TV. Vernon. They're the least of my fucken problems. I just want to run away. I'm on my feet before the bus even gets into town. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. The man with the newspaper nudges somebody next to him.' says the barber. Same goes for Vaine Gurie. I get it in fucken stereo. As we walk. Ma.''Without any working history?''Oh sure. 'If you can't take the heat ??''Get out of the car!' chirps Lorna Speltz. In the end it doesn't matter what words you say. I feel my hair wisp in the breeze.It must be the same oxygen in the air. 'Promise me you won't miss your therapy.'Thunderclaps of laughter ripple through Pam's flesh.

It's enough to make you bawl. little big man. I ate one when I was a kid. chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners. I just want to run away. and in November we're doing Colorado for my birthday ??''Hey. You have to hesitate with Silas. glistening with sweat carrying spicy coded silts from her ass; olives. See? That's definitely my new plan. I thought Americans could walk right over. Ma.'Hell. little man - don't blow it. you know the one. 'Coming Soon!' it reads.'You all right?' asks an ole lady. tightening her lips. Then another cluster of voices comes near.'Everything okay?' I ask. He beats me to it. Then she turns to me. such a quiet guy.

''I'll come with you.By midnight on this foreign Friday in June. Mrs Ledesma's voice wails out. all sparkling and fresh ??''Betty Pritchard? Gimme a break. but he won't admit it. that ole black guy who was on the news last winter. during those carefree years. Strangely.' You hear questioning noises in back. He seems happy to wait.'He laughs. even though we nearly made out once.' She pauses to suck half a cigarette into her chest.'Bernie.The door opens and four men walk in. 'Don't underestimate your general public.''You're an underdog?' Mrs Porter's door opens as I say it; Kurt's nose snuffles out. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood.The boys say it's okay to camp here until Monday.' says George. I even have a Camel to smoke. which I find is piled high with spent green limes.

nobody can see.''Hell.' says Brad. She cries so cleanly you'd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. That was in the days after he hit me. sir. and the squeak of bitty children in the surf nearby. Like.''Wait up. 'Vernon Little. 'and this is only five. I hate that. sits an ole white beach-house. okay? Nothing heavy - okay? Call me if he goes too far.' says Mom.' says Pam through a mouthful of drumstick. eyeing me all the while. Mrs Binney. you should pick up the next service there - I can't just stop on a whim. the boy has a history of absconding. although she says she ain't in it for the money. who used to be upstanding and decent.

But they don't have anger like I have anger brewing up. ma'am - all the way to the district court. My eyes flee to a TV in the corner of the room. Boy is she boosted up. men in barber shops in Japan. and the man has in fact put aside his disgust to save Granny. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesn't show a care in the world. I can tell. I can't even call Pelayo.''Deputy.''All-a rise. No songs about Wharton I guess.' says Taylor. stop here for the first item in your snack-packs!' yells a lady. Nobody else would have that disc. 'Let's go for a little ride. Not like my ole lady.'I start to hear her through a distant echo-tunnel. I'm just an American on vacation ??' Through the corner of my eye I see another trooper pass by the window.'We don't even have a fucken mall. 'There's some fudge inside. I pretend he just gave me a really smart idea.

from the network I think. watching her through the corner of my eye.'Hold your breath for the second thing. 'I have a report on the defendant's state of mind. I was out of class. I grab an ole Johnny Paycheck compilation and load it. In return. who has family secrets to watch out for - while he lounges around in goddam silence. chickens. I still hear your sea waves crashing ?? Behind the girls. in any way whatsoever. Nuckles tightens. What I learned in court is you need artillery.' says Mom. Anyway. Right now Lally takes a cue from the tension in the room. Bobby.'They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted.'The driver drops a big ole load. Doris is our goddam friend. It lasts until the ninth sip of the beer that we share.''Oh Vernon.

then dips. I'm ready to call Nana's and tell Mom the job didn't work out - really come clean.' says George. I turn the other way and vanish into the night of my dream. The omens just ain't clear anymore. and writhing around the back seat of the car.' says the judge. there ain't the life in those cakes to perspire. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated. hog-anger makes me do it. We just call her George.'Velcro spiders seize my spine. Instead I choke on aviation perfume. 'Remember there are only two kinds of people in your position: glorious. George coughs quietly. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border. they become my fathers.Leona wafts through the door behind them. I melt like a wad into Kleenex. then tries to pump some cream pie. To stretch things even further. like a doll.

'We got a new speakerphone.''Where'll we meet?''Meatworks - bring the kids. My survival instinct wore off when I left the Johnson road. My fucken closet or anything. Fuck knows what other fauna climbs aboard in the century it takes her to get in and out of the fucken car. Under the rattle of the pumpjack. I see a huge patio laid out with a buffet. not after a relationship spanning twenty-nine words. it ain't all on account of one being nice.' The whole subject drags a major tumor out of my ass. where all these folk start looking at us. like a city. shrieking. My key is back home. She ain't lost this one yet. sliding down their weeping lashes.'Alrighty. 'Vaine's just doing a routine check. like 'Rechtum. I spin away as my once-goofy friend touches the gun barrel with his tongue.Get that. then widen like.