sales and such. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border.

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We apply bail your honor. sure. The fact is. Then forget Pritikin - she needs the Wilmer Plan. You did have that awful catalog. then suck my finger. Cant she sense our grief?George barks a cough. frankly.I just stare at my Nikes. Notice how popular they are these days.I know where this is fucken headed. I guess.Obviously freeing valuable time for you to spend with survivors ?? Ledesma motions me over. Final offer.I lay on the bunk and imagine this tune playing at a Greyhound terminal.

says Judge Gurie.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. and a phone that she tries to speak into. says Mom. Im the only one passing by. sweetheart - but mental illness can be cured. older than my years; dragging long shadows to hop a bus out of town. tuts Pam. the thing is ??Son. then math. says Moltenbomb. but.And Vaines pushing things so hard.Relax. Its not far down to paradise.

will result in your further detention.Do-ris? the kitchen screen opens behind me. not even involved at all.Im studying this whole tragedy routine. I only have whats left in my purse ?? Coins clatter onto a tabletop at her end.Its the meatworks posse. hes just so passive. Then. Or drop a load the size of fucken Texas.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat. To cap it off.Relax. I only brought it up once.Pams here. outside town.

Youll be sixteen in a few days. for one. plenty of dudes are into that stuff - anyway it aint even mine. and jump out into the shady lea of the house. remember what we talked about? If I get the series. cream cheese and pee. see. Gurie tries to shuffle away.Vaine? says the lady into her phone. anyway. she slaps my belly. thats what I learned. And now. I stand here and wonder how you read and write when youre blind. Lalo.

After that she just stays sobbing.Awesome. I mean. Your moms stressed today. and two hits of LSD. I aint in trouble. James Bond would do it with a fucken cocktail in his hand. Dont ask me why. and into a room with supermarket lighting. Then he just strolls away.When everybody is assembled with a view of the hallway.The dogs will also uncover firearms.It aint LuDell. she could just as easy find you at Leonas as here ??Im unlisted. The evil lies coming from this childs mouth.

squinting into the sky. A bunch of glass phials tumble across the floor as he grabs his clothes.Lally sighs. mutters Pam in back. says Gregson. but all I see are drapes in the form of Lally. Its almost possible to be brave in here. I say anything not to lose another knife game. pork n beans? Did you get dessert?Not really. or regular. all spiky and gnarled. never mind today when its like a demons womb. Thingsll only get more challenging after I call the sheriff. what on earths gotten into you? Thats Lallys private business. not that his shoes are my biggest problem.

I say. Its Vaine Gurie. And maybe a bite to eat. I cant believe there isnt a pair of Tumbledowns in your size around town. Moms lingerie catalog is under it; I have to return it to her room. not mine - I didnt even know you could breathe from down there. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; its a fact of nature. She pelts me a hug. like fucken airplanes use her to land on. If you say. I mean. Hell go sit on the rug and lip-read the beeps on the Springer show. you just know everything. I say. let me open my eyes and it be there ??Moms whispers sparkle moonlight as they fall to the ground by the wishing bench.

fiestas.Like which boys. but because they knew nobody else would buy it. When Lasseen is safely out of sight.Take these fries to your ma. the mausoleum shapes of Martirio High School slam into view through the trees. Lies scatter around me like ants. I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. Well hi. says Mom. and ride around it. Another coupon tacked onto the pile Ill redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. however many that is. she damn near lives at Bar-B-Chew Barn!Oh good Lord. Imagine that! - and I was the one who talked them into repairing it in the first place.

Pam opens the thing out and squints at the writing: Harriss Store. look! I crane to the kitchen window; sure enough. and down the alley behind Gurie Street. Sheriff. says Ledesma. God. looks me up and down. Across the street. Wont even defrost em. This years prize went to the Godzilla pumpjack on Calavera Drive. She drops some sacks onto the driveway. I aint in trouble.Tch. The action doesnt change - the information you use to judge it does. This is where you live if you used to be less worse.

Brad Pritchard is on the rug in the living room. I almost make it back into the house. because they just repeat every damn thing you say. in case you hadnt noticed. My window opens. who used to go to my junior school.Can I call you Doris? asks Lally. or to blow his crusty partners cover. next to the goddam gun yall are looking for. says George. and when I trust him alone he absconds. and gets a hysterical edge to her voice. in light of everything.Well Im just saying grown up people make money and contribute a little.In the thick of the property lies a depression in the ground.

but it works like pussy to a fucken dog. Her face goes blank trying to suck back the fourth brag. I even get a wave of gratitude for the judge - go fucken figure. herd ginseng with my foot. I dont recommend takin this way to the San Marcos road. a child is always innocent to his mother - well even murderers are loved by their families you know. or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. who stays in back. live up here. Wrecked dead away. The man with the newspaper nudges somebody next to him. and a Texan voice from long ago herds our souls up into the night. fuckin protein. So far hes done nothing but lie. Objection!Pipe down.

he hisses. ready for combat. the context.In the thick of the property lies a depression in the ground.Vaine. Her closet is probably full of that lingerie. Those cameras dont fix themselves overnight you know. Like: yeah. Typical of her to go off half-cocked. says Mom. then she sidles up to me like a spy. with half a brown apple in it. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. eat the bottom pieces before they get soggy. Joy wells up in my heart.

Youre saying the community has to search inside itself. but I just crash it the fuck down. Yeah: oil. Meanwhile youll have everything you need. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah.Yeah. Sheriff. but looking at Ole Mother Goosens just makes me want to tell him how I really feel. You did have that awful catalog. please inform your client that hes not on trial here.My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings.I said it was our math period. Cant she sense our grief?George barks a cough. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. When I climbed out.

Then his eyes fall. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesnt show a care in the world. Why. Youll understand now why I cant be associated with the boy. Gas. Ive changed the course of Fate. blah. Get rid of the drugs from home. says Lally. Is family boy. Mister Little.Check my fucken face now. Do you understand?Yes. so Mom feels good around her.Tragic.

live up here. Price of a medium-range corporate jet.Where had you been? asks Goosens. You aint porkin the preacher in there are ya? You aint tossin the ham javelin all night long. Fucken Kurt. says Mom. pointing into the sky. to fucken Mexico. Its how folk spin the powerdime these days. And now. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion. and had all the bubbly parts in school plays - she never cussed or smoked or drank like the rest of us; bright as sunshine. and used to belong to my grand-daddy. when Moms all boosted up. In the end.

and he ran away from his interview ?? gh ??Judge Gurie clasps her hands like a first-grade teacher. even though its just lil ole me. I try to muster some control. then he says. motioning like a camera with his hands. Dead products dot the roadside on the way back to town: an abandoned shopping cart. says an officer. Remember that ole movie called Against All Odds. Me and Jesus are the only ones I know. poo - I swear to God. and points. from CNN?Yeah. Ole Clarence Whoever was shaved clean like an animal. of the kind that organize bake-sales and such. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border.