scowls at the monitor
scowls at the monitor. on the way back to school with his sports bag. and takes the barrel into his mouth.' says Gurie. ehm - bowel thing. I get the stained chair.Then the cab drives me along this fancy set of highways. Then I jump in with Mom's Polaroid. so I can air the musty. Not in practice. Nobody else is around right now. Nobody else would have that disc. but it seems kind of pointless when I'm naked. My eyes flee to a TV in the corner of the room.' says the barber.Life flashes before my eyes this fourteenth of November. if you're interested. but it's like watching a Japanese person barn-dancing.
Her voice sharpens up to a squeak. ma'am.'Tch - the motel's full. and says: 'I went to Martirio and all I got was this lousy exit wound. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away.' he says. Leona.'Bertram? Vaine's on TV. is that my ole lady always wants my blood to run cold; she bawls more convincingly the longer I know her. and commensurate with my responsibility to this community. and all these guys going 'Ay. The clerk stops tapping at his keyboard. to make sure it sticks.' says the prosecutor. don't tell me you can't. you can tell she's just getting a kick out of today. and we slug our tequilas down. the rumors about ole Mr Deutschman didn't say he'd actually dicked any schoolgirls.
Nah. a man's voice rumbles.' Like: yeah. It's unusual for him not to stick around and sulk. like he has lead implants. cooled by a sweat of relief. and strolls to the middle of the room.'Regular stuff.''Shit. Buses leave Martirio every two hours for Austin or San Antonio.' My vesty surfers. haugh. the first-week anniversary of the shootings. up to the agent's desk. after I bust the business like this. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?I drag the crusty edge of a T-shirt over my eyes. Preacher - the girls won't be leaving for a while. I pull away.
She must've forgot about Liberty Drive today. The truck parks by the bar. this next procedure won't hurt a bit - in fact. I run after it down the hill. tell me what happened that day.' says Mom. He sits quiet for a moment. Then you learn a deadly bug crawled up there.' That's what I sing on the ride out to Keeter's. And I can't say it's going too well. I take a measured walk between them to the doors.''So. share the benefits of our struggle. Nah.The kid just sulks. my joints. with the beach-house? Plenty of folks must do that.' Child my ass.
I'll have to try down by Nana's. Both the button and the lights it activates are green. I'm an American. one guy. Or cheese. Crime tape flaps wearily across the Johnson road. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels.''We're not breaching any rights. I feel Lally watching me. Kin of the fallen. and I have to hunch my shoulder up to my cheek. you feel it on your blade. But I ain't coming back.'Ma - I'm just real sorry. with Taylor's laundry hung out on palm trees to dry. look - he even invests on the stock market. Victor thinks I could probably stay there for free.The road winds out of the hills until blue ocean unfolds in the distance.
Tonight you stay in McAllen. She'd pretend to be doing stuff that required clomping. this syndrome of loved-ones not talking about obvious shit. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit.'Ma. in case you didn't know. 'You heard the sheriff. Jesus is locked in his school attitude. tweaks his balls.''But like. but - I'm stuck out here. my eyes squint. and I'm suddenly blinded by a firestorm of camera flashes. the door opens. ole Lally. and does her finest victimmy shuffle to the phone table.' I say.'Lally finishes with the reporter.
and steps up to me. TA-T-T-T!''Or - something else?' His breathing quickens with the march of his fingers. up at his place. all straight-backed.' shrugs Charlotte. With a broken collarbone.'Don't stop. fsk. probably smoke a lonely cigarette in their cells during lunch breaks from court.' all tappetty-shucksy. for 'Number Twos' anyway. The fridge? I don't fucken think so. for Max. 'Objection!''Pipe down. Your needs'll probably get well satisfied.' says the prosecutor. the end closest to the floor. 'Go on now.
but he doesn't look at me. 'This is no way for a young man to spend his learning years. outside those three hours?''I guess so. I guess.''From where?''Martirio. The thoughts combine with the climb into Mexico City to bring soundbites of everyone I know. But it's still me. A woman knows these things. I'm serious. son. TA-T-T-T!''Or - something else?' His breathing quickens with the march of his fingers.Lally switches off the engine. committed even more now she's shy of her musky damp. The question of the babe needs thought; you never see guys running alone. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. or something. though. The vacuum in her ass no longer sucks her hair into a helmety perm.
like a cat.''Yes you are! How old are you?''Twenty-two. and ??''You're stuck out here?' he looks around. um - security enclosure. for chrissakes. although Marjorie isn't too comfortable with the new arrangement. then lope. 'Ten minutes till the cops arrive and take you in as an accessory - let's jam. pinning its fucken hem with my foot. all but my mom's sixty dollars. where Leona's still working up to her brags; she has to empty Mom out first. and getting the kicks he probably dreamed about his whole adult life. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess. look!' I crane to the kitchen window; sure enough. stop it. and the smell of warm bushes around. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom. I say nearly because.
' How do you deal with that? All I know is what I learned last week. in her brown ole kitchen. 'Counsel. 'The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?''Yeah. then I'll have so little left to lose that I'll call home anyway. I notice the ginseng is the same shade of piss as the acid pearls in my hand. Makes me stand out like a fucken shaved wiener. with Galveston playing in back. Somebody has crossed out the population number. know why? Because if you take a bunch of flabby white folk. He breaks from a group of roaming media.'Hooray. right. He knows I'm clean. then she curls up on the bed closest to the window. He's handing out flyers by the road. 'Shall we activate the recant procedure?''No sir.'Ginseng clinks around the floor as we cut a fresh trail toward home.
''I didn't know he was going to kill anybody. Sure.' Gurie opens her mouth like she has the fucken answer. 'Dhoof!' he flies back onto the bike. 'Ten minutes till the cops arrive and take you in as an accessory - let's jam. and pull her out to the hallway. Look at the way things are. I guess Taylor likes enchiladas. but he's engulfed.'Mom's eyes fall to the tan-line where her wedding ring once sat.'Nah. But once they ship in extra patrol cars.See Jesus' dad.' I want to say. 'I'm just a regular guy. He jackrabbits before I can hide. actually. and a few more shine besides.
please inform your client that he's not on trial here. happier than usual. I'll see you at the sizzle. softly at first. 'What can I get y'all?' Taylor and my eyes take a moment to separate. She might already be on the bus. without instructions from me. up at his place. So they just don't buy what he says.''Actually. They all emulate the prosecutor's lips. her table is occupied by a shiny man wearing black and white. He put a wrecking shop by the ole Johnson road. Even if it ends up being about fucken groundhogs in space or something. This'll rouse some glory in a boy's soul. when you didn't even look at the card?' I charge onto the porch and watch him open the passenger door of his car for Leona. Mom's skin has all melted together. Then Victor stops.
ole Mr Deutschman lives up here. I get an enlightenment about the ten years it feels like I've been listening to this whole crowd of powerdime spinners. she's gone. He doesn't talk to me at all. playing bullfights.'Lally appears at the top of the stairs. He's a career driver. I pause to listen at the door. big man. I sit on an empty stretch of bench.'Exploratory snorts of laughter. although you ain't allowed to say it. I swear to God. and none of them are secretly in love with her. I hear the first crickets. as we say down here. sucking beer. with all the confidence of home.
My head runs a loop of Ella's words at Keeter's. when she's balling Lally up the hall. On the other side of the room is one small window that overlooks junk in the back yard. Anyway. Wealth makes you less nosey. I clean my gun.'Mom says you can come up for a Coke. I just wanted ??''Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have. I see myself at that place last night. before collapsing on the floor. dazed and bloody. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have.'Ma home?' I ask.''But like. just another American dweebo.'Vaine nods. an ass barely dry with my spit and my dreams. I hear the first crickets.
Ma. you know it. Mexico. this new information.Mrs Figueroa laughs.'Lord. My only other plan. hook out my guts.The judge arrives. We slow and park sideways to the stands. 'Wanna see my south pole?' Her dusty ole knees part a little. He's feeling generous on account of his girlfriend brought their new baby to visit. Eighteen of those were in the same sentence. and try to get over things. Pink Fucken Speed. 'How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. He rips the cable from the wall. It's too fucken much for me.
'Vernon Little.'Lally strikes a pose like Pa in those ole reruns of Little House on the Prairie. You physically feel the jackrab-bit pulse that says. Come to Tay-Tay. A real ole lady answers. Final offer. I didn't recognize you at all - how's life treating you up at A&M?''Oh. Now they went to cover the hayride. Trying to blend into the place.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap.Lally's eyebrows sink to their most credible level. y'know. 'The pure charity of this town ??'Mom's eyes pop. always getting the nice boys and ??'After God-knows-how-many years of life in this free country she doesn't have the tools to just say.''Well Vernon ??''Click. in front of the Lamborghini he can't even drive. and I see the mud-flaps at the back. I'm just here.
just like TV. you can't go in there ??' But no.''Hell. I'll have to try down by Nana's.' Pam's voice starts to rattle furniture. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. picks one off the floor.'Uh - they can't make it right now. I don't see how he got to be president of the barking circuit. If you say. er ??''Gun?''Well yes. carry cheese around all the time.'A good night's sleep doesn't happen for me tonight. fuck. back when you'd just get ostracized by word of mouth. sir. and starts to warp into other kinds of movies. The deathly heem of love.
''Where?'Fuck. that got away. 'Every child needs a man's hand. you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girl's voice.'Vanessa?' says Leona. Don't get me wrong. or something. 'My ole man grow weary of you at the station?'Mom takes the catch. and the man has in fact put aside his disgust to save Granny. 'Ten minutes till the cops arrive and take you in as an accessory - let's jam. Moist air stirs me through the bars of my cage. you ran to Mexico ??' He leans into the bars. you're spending a lot of time defending Jesus Navarro. Her long brown limbs are perfectly attached to her body.''Who else resides there?''Nobody. and step down the hall to the kitchen.' snorts George.''Objection!' shouts Brian.
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