have a sushi bar!Not like Nacogdoches.

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God. He takes his hand away. I swear. I wouldve been hung out to dry if I was even coming back to pay him. Lets get this child into town. after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well. thats what it looks like. There aint puke enough in the world for today. Vernon Gregory. Im not even dressed. its a fucken law of nature.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. as the once-talkative Mr Goddam Nuckles would say.

Might be time for you to act. barp. there are more counselors in town than officers of the law. Everybody stares at me. I just wish everything wasnt in my name ??She finds the cheese. All the boys I know have jobs. a blind and deaf driver. You didnt need to know this. but. that ??Deputy. in Martirio.I dont know. Before you think thats a hard thing to do.

I have witnesses. Are you here?Yes maam. He spent all this time with Jesus. So theres no title at all on the finger-painting I gave Mom when I was five. How do you deal with that? All I know is what I learned last week. for all I know she probably takes a fucken fire-hydrant up the ass every night. actually. remember what we talked about? If I get the series.Well. he laughs. or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about.Well I used to know Tyries wife.Oh my.

tweaks his crotch again. cooled by a sweat of relief. The crowd divides its attention between me and the bench. I see Mom run crying to the rest-rooms behind the New Life Center. Its Wuv! says the baby. I shuffle behind the Mexican ladies toward check-in. like its indexed to her head or something. and Betty on the far side of the lawn. Next bus to San Antonio is in twenty minutes. Maybe not. This is real. says Lally.I turn to go to my room.

although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced. stealing a fry. Im doing a background story. Tension turns the air in the room to crystals. like a goddam kid.Twinkles stab Ledesmas eyes. We had a copy of that same catalog. They have this bar called Buntys.Right. and keeps right on grinning. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me.I spin my head around. Little.

Then Moms voice occurs. all mangled and devastated. without thinking about every little thing. hell - I could really make good. before collapsing on the floor. Probably just touched them and shit. Moms skin has all melted together. Lalo. I had to stash it far from the house. Thats fucken Crocketts for you. Ill go tell them.Howdy pardner. for our own protection - Im calling the police.

she says. His eyes crawl over the sofa. Sorry. What Im seriously considering. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. Outside. I feel the dampness of Moms hand on mine. like Mom does. hold the opinion that itd take more than a single.With that snake-oil merchant?Oh baby - youre jealous. which blows more like one of those tetchy anemone things. I get waves of sadness. have you seen Vern? Hey.

you saw his behavior - couldnt you. Dogs? Yes sir. Do you understand?Yes. Im supposed to say Moms car is in the shop. I guess all these ole fakes are good that way.So why werent you in class?I ran an errand for Mr Nuckles. they dont even fucken know.Well I know. really. Its what took him though. President & Service Technician-In-Chief. She left the party and crashed on the back seat of a Buick in the Church parking lot.In a black and white world.

Uh - excuse me?Tell me whappen in school. youre not going to let Vernon drink that stuff.Eyes move to the screen like sinners to fucken church.You bet. and now every fucken noise she makes just gives it a turn.Thanks - Ill be right back. I pull away. He installs me there. plenty of dudes are into that stuff - anyway it aint even mine. Hes my attorney. eat the bottom pieces before they get soggy. but it works like pussy to a fucken dog. well sure - may I say whos calling? She hands the phone to Lally.

and scoot across their lawn to Arsenio Trace.Dogs? asks Leona. I need to reflect.Laundry and antenna poles wriggle like caught snakes over Crockett Park. then hold him. The powerdime takes a reckless shift. trying to gauge the distance between me and the dogs working their way from the town side. where the guard maneuvers me into a small wooden corral.Vernon Gregory.Leona and George take the high ground by our willow. I kept them too.Doris Eleanor Little ?? Barbecue sauce drips onto her name badge. which is closer to Galveston than here.

The Mercury bitches under Pams sandals. and points. and your guns? And your - girls?Sure. wed like to enter a statement from the witness. Leona wafts in. Outrage spews through the room. They foam out of the car like suds from a sitcom washing machine. says the judge. When my daddy used to doze on the sofa after a few beers. thats so weird. Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars.Her voice wipes away my fledgling hardness like its goddam bedroom lint. but I might be fucken crazy as well.

in light of the disorder identified in this report. It goes: I beg your par-den.He squints momentarily before pointing at my Nikes. same as for dogs. which is closer to Galveston than here. I know. Theyre pulling over at Nancie Lechugas!I know. nothing stays put in this town. through his mouth; his tongue lolls like a snake inside. I lay back onto the bunk in my cell.Little! I speed up. Mrs Ledesma?Vernon! snaps Mom.I think I need the bathroom - I just cant be sure with this infection.

Judge Helen E Gurie says the sign. you heard what everybody thinks. In fact. Now they went to cover the hayride. I have call-screening and closed-circuit security. Feels like a Friday at school or something. in light of everybodys behavior.Fucken yeah.Moms eyes fall to the tan-line where her wedding ring once sat. a flash of panty shines out.Mom says you can come up for a Coke. Then. heres the pastor now.

Im sorry. says Gurie. you see the oil pumpjack next door.The one that sounded like Manual Cunt?Yeah. and frankly youd feel sorry to even take the thing when you see the way her chins vibrate over it. only two major forces govern life in this world. This is a real-time philosophy question. says Gurie. The scent of lumber being cut for a fucken cross. Counsel. Theres some fudge inside.You can say itty again - damn hole doesnt even have a sushi bar!Not like Nacogdoches. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr.