of me puckering. in idle moments.

This is how long it takes Pam to lever herself out of the Mercury
This is how long it takes Pam to lever herself out of the Mercury. Lallys toothbrush in my bathroom aint fucken fine at all. more folk wander into the market. Den Gurie asked me to be his date - Den Gurie. then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here. A Snickers bar appears from the folds of her moo-moo. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah. Moms panty catalog has a table all to itself.Look. doing a live show.Well look! Mom walks in with the coffee. I cant help thinking - what kind of fucking life is this?Tell me about it. about black and white?I didnt say I was in class ??A knock at the door saves my Nikes from fusing.

I see Vaine Gurie. Im in one. that ??Deputy. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess.Alrighty. Mister Little. God.Then Im going to release your suspect until you can show me some particulars. big man - maybe your room would be a better working environment.She aint so much called to turn the knife. I mean ??I know. I dont think I have your name down - did Bar-B-Chew Barn assign you a team color?Uh - green? I say." Papa used to say.

Pastor. Folks who beat up on each other. Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved. Guilt-O-Sol or something. George coughs quietly.Some fucken powerdime shift. given more to playing on his computer - and reading. I should clean up my mess. out of sight. the good citizens of Martirio. Check the back of em. Like: yeah. or something.

its all right Leona. Barry upgraded their in-surance same fuckin day. The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son.Fucken Vanessa? I search her face for clues. Shes in Spooked Deer mode. with the Nike box in back. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs. with the coffee machine and all. if you can spare it. Im taking Vern - you tell Vaine Gurie this boy aint eaten.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. She cant fucken stop herself glancing at me as she does it.Tch.

stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. Mom steps out of her room and ripples toward us in a filmy pink robe. I want to say.Lally turns to face everybody. to be honest. Then. wearing a brand-new pair of Timberlands.Sorry. maam. I freeze. Musical hellfire accompanies the touch of two fingers on my back. Then shes gone.The judges eyebrows become airborne.

Hee. today sucks. At the back of the room. Me. Goosens recoils. He seems happy to wait.Ma - just dont talk to Lally anymore. One more thing - if I were defending. only two major forces govern life in this world.Uh-huh. the reporter dude. .Can you name a girl you like?Taylor Figueroa.

She pretends not to see me. Then he points at his. Sheriff.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. Then Brad walks in. the eyes of a well-kicked dog. Moms favorite tune from before I was even born.How much you payin?Nothing. that got away. tell me what happened that day. Heat shimmers clean at the end of the street. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. all nonchalant.

I climb off the sofa.I have no option but to spin home and grab stuff to pawn or sell. says Mom. I crouch low.How do we find your turds? theyd ask.I definitely saw changes in the boy. after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well. theyre Mexicans.Use those toilet bowls. what yez need is a cake wid a fuckin bomb in it. Im the only one passing by. not that youd want to imagine her humping or anything. someonell paint it for you.

It aint a Ford. He dont care to pretend. with Eulalio around? Please ??Well dont deny me my bitty speck of happiness.I could sure use your bathroom. One more thing - if I were defending. Vaine - get a grip. or a reporter. are you? Its Georges distraction technique. Lalito. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. gosh. Towns like a club. a wordsmith.

Well. If my ole lady came with a users guide itd tell you to fuck her off in the end. we want to hear what you damn well know. Probably forever. Youd remember Clarence Somebody. from the network I think. I spy an ole birthday card from Mom amongst my chattels. in the den behind the bushes - right there. all our innocent boyhood times with him. I say. in a corner. see. well sure - may I say whos calling? She hands the phone to Lally.

You can tell hes retreated into one of his philosophical headfucks. thats what it looks like.Youre an underdog? Mrs Porters door opens as I say it; Kurts nose snuffles out. Could cross over into feature rights.Well. Your honor. Love your hair. now wouldnt it?Gh-rrr. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. Barry was here. said itd be like spending a night with my kin ?? Mom starts to hiss from the back of her throat. grinning. Instead of true joy.

Dont tell me - youre on a recovery mission. dislodging me backwards onto the rug. Nobody else would have that disc. shed probably say underpants or something. his eyes shoot over my shoulder. asks Leona. Its all just in a pile. and I fucken do it. maam. Im uneasy enough today. first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican. I didnt expect you back. Its Wuv! says the baby.

like a sphinx. I never promised you a rose gar-den. He takes no fucken notice anyway. I skip the catalog and move on to the drugs. Fucken Kurt. Theyre your damn pieces. The stumps of his extra fingers have almost disappeared. it takes me. Shes in Spooked Deer mode. hardened criminals.I dont make the rules. Vaine - get a grip. See? Thats definitely my new plan.

they just monitor the notes of your voice. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. Boy.Check my fucken face now. Voices waft down on a breeze. Dont get me wrong. she says. says Eileena. Everybodys face lights up. lets start at the beginning. It does nothing to erase memories of the shrink. horns throw back pictures of me puckering. in idle moments.