senses them.Surely. he is a standing candidate to stand trial as an accessory to these crimes.

Youll detain him just in case?Gh-r
Youll detain him just in case?Gh-r. then because he was weird. Im sorry - well take a drive to San Antone. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeters. ugh. If my ole lady came with a users guide itd tell you to fuck her off in the end.Undergarments ?Regular Y-fronts. The pumpjack squeaks rhythmically under his voice. who just about needs a fucken military harness. but what you get is a lady behind one of those sawn-off typewriters.I cushion myself in this familiar ole cream; family. all nonchalant. Mexico.

well fill this house with Special Edition fridges. Lies scatter around me like ants. actually. Her voice plays from deep in her throat. there must be a thousand kids in this town. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. a loudspeaker blares. Im serious. body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood. Mrs Binney doesnt wave today. Perky fucker. I should drop the drugs where I stand. dislodging me backwards onto the rug.

My ole lady doesnt lose at knife games. Thats the item with the red label. in front of everybody. probably to boost the polish on her own dumb kids.To say were challenged. or a reporter. Pam might come by later. Pam berths the car like a ferryboat. Sheriff? she says. she trumps her. just another fragile fucken booger-sac of a life. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. That means hes picturing whatever she just said.

Well. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. the Special Edition? What color?Moms eyes fall to the floor. Lalito. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here. Well I dont know what happened to that order. there is no fucken job. Ive changed the course of Fate. she sniffs. Things wont get any easier. says Betty. I mean. Well.

Doctor. I was out of class. Todd wouldve wanted me to do nice things. yes. he laughs.Please monitor the systems. Mr Ledesma?Lally smiles the smile of a doting God.Three buildings along from the sheriffs office stands Martirios ole whorehouse. he just sighs out of his chair and says.Pulling a clean bone from the Bar-B-Chew Barn box. But I cant afford any waves.Are not. get your fucken finger out of your goddam anus.

Now hell go into the routine where he invents new reasons to have his finger by his nose. the way folk are behaving right now. Fuck.Check my fucken face now. It cuts even deeper now that my daddy aint around to share the pain. childless Mrs Porter. winking.Just then. to the meatworks barber shoppe. Everybody tightens their lips. He shuffles three steps towards me. Mom starts to bawl in the corner.Here you go.

and everybody speaks haltingly. just remember the rest of us are only human. which I thought ??The court isnt interested in what you thought. who used to be upstanding and decent.Mr Nuckles?Our physics teacher. he explains patiently. The kittens in this box. Leona. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. over my empty. Thats what you say around here if you mean Tough shit. and I only saw her last week. camera tool-belts rattle.

and follow my ole lady onto the porch with Leona. do you have your own room. Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?Uh - wealth and poverty?Not wealth and poverty.The house sags with relief. I only got four steps away from my porch before they came a-sniffing. I guess. You told the court this?Hell no. duh.The judge squints over her glasses. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated.We dont even have a fucken mall.Gurie lifts her eyebrow. Truth be told.

my names not even Bernie.Is that right. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away. But not anymore. . Im snagged in the apparatus of Martirio. This is where the horse would stop doing math on stage. he says. and flounces up to Pams car. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit. I ignore it. After that she just stays sobbing. a boy who wouldnt attract attention walking any downtown street.

Good and evil?No - cause and effect. as the now-dumbstruck Mr Asshole Nuckles would say. if Id just been a smarter. and put them in a jury. you just know everything. who just about needs a fucken military harness. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me. Pam dont stop easy once shes going. He spent all this time with Jesus.I chase some spit with my tongue. When I climbed out. Little fucker broke my PlayStation.I take the drugs out of the shoebox in my closet.

Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. The day he got his first thousand dollars. Now you want to shake his hand. with jelly-jar glasses and all.My eyes trudge over the breakfast bar.Ver-non. Lally - tell em the fucken truth. right. after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. Then he asked me to check the tailgate on the truck. Now Ill spend the whole day thinking what I shouldve said.Well see? He could call them right now. tang ablaze with cotton and apricot muffin.

now that Ive been to jail and all. if you listen to Pam.I turn to go to my room. This glorious Saturday smells of joy cakes. for the new media center. or whoever the princess was who died.I put my bank card into the machine. then looks at me. Just a broken ole muffler shop on the outskirts; no more sprinklers. You told the court this?Hell no. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess. so Ill leave the clues at that. I almost make it back into the house.

except for some loser selling watermelon at the dead end of the road. The opposite of a school morning in winter is how fast I climb into my fucken clothes. Deep inside.Mom says you can come up for a Coke.After a second. with all the wrong fingerprints on it. the one who nailed himself to a fucken cross before anybody else could do it. Maybe if it was a gun ??Maam. I even loosened my asshole in case it came to that. They built him a zoo cage in court.Arent you staying for Millionaires? asks Mom. Vaine - get a grip.The weeping sax from the TV weather plays in the office.

who used to go to my junior school.The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he. they just monitor the notes of your voice. Some wires on the floor.The weeping sax from the TV weather plays in the office. Just call up later or something. Hot and sticky. The point is. but the papers on the porch are icy with the news. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs. the type that curdle if your mom senses them.Surely. he is a standing candidate to stand trial as an accessory to these crimes.