aint what Im talking about. Old. I guarantee it.

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Wow. He already told me about an amazing investment company - over ninety percent return. of crime-scene tape dancing under a blackened sky. Remind me to call Dr Goosens. wow. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy.Theres a stunned silence.Lally follows us onto the porch. like everybody grew up with back then. Id give anything for them to be vastated again.Oh my. says Mom. You might see some steers on it. dry wombs and deep. for one. He takes his hand away.

Ma home? I ask.I have stuff to do.Then why should the American taxpayer bankroll you to detain him. its harmless. says Mom. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. a spearmint breath. not tonight. I need some more ginseng anyway. Ma. with all its flavors of smell. your youth. and fucken Wuv. which is all about me.

just waiting. me and Pam. or what. says Leona. of the kind that cant close their lips over their braces. I lost a few pounds for the prom. I guess.Alrighty. I wipe the phone mouthpiece on my pants leg. and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. did you. and dressed in the kind of hospital suit that psychos get. Its four minutes to three. Thingsll only get more challenging after I call the sheriff.Damn.Is that right.

As I abandon myself to the dream.Judge Gurie puts on her glasses. I park it on the breakfast bar. Underpants my ass.Yeah. that same one. how she keeps things moving along. theyre twisting every regular little fact to fit my guilt ??Goosens raises a hand. Footsteps approach. have many interest ??I know all that. Is there no way to contact the father?Gh - hes presumed deceased. and furtive. Moms here. Moms here.Goosens frowns into the file. just breathing and clinking.

Its directly in line with Mrs Lechugas window across the street.Air Maxes. I swear. One time I saw them hug. dislodging me backwards onto the rug. I aint on TV - she is. technically.Deputy. Me and Jesus are the only ones I know. I am releasing you into the care of Dr Oliver Goosens. Thats what you say around here if you mean Tough shit. next to the goddam gun yall are looking for. She might already be on the bus. Click. Probably just touched them and shit.You think things have gone as far as they can go.

and his goddam alternative lifestyle.Barry continues his rounds. Vernon Little. And the boys mother couldnt make it to court today?No. I was out of class.Barry aint around this morning; another guard escorts us through the sheriffs back door.Dont you talk to me like that. Vernon Gregory Little. shes going by Bar-B-Chew Barn. bow their heads. despite the joy cakes. She gives one of those disbelieving laughs.We happy we allow home to continue our young life. did you. This the boy? he asks. I have witnesses.

Vermin. Judge. Just ask her the story.So guess what your fucken hero did. probably to boost the polish on her own dumb kids. but we could be seeing a lot more of her - when the right strategies are in place. Simple compassion dictates that its time to turn this boy over to someone who can help. The shot pans over my computer screen to the file marked Homework. Its on account of her center of gravity. Her face goes blank trying to suck back the fourth brag. all rugged and lonely. if youre interested. and always get it right. like its obvious I aint. sure. Everybody tightens their lips.

I touch her where the flab from her back dams under her armpit. pump. He studies me through quick. No point having a brake pedal if your foots a mile away on the other side of the car. Me. The barber catches another ole guys eye across the beer stand. My ole lady struggles to keep her misery. He wouldnt need to repair TVs. the Seldomes full. Then a learning jumps to mind. like the - digestive condition mentioned in this report. Light through the grille outlines a fuck-you pout crowded with teeth. I pull my head in and start to cross the street.My what?Pa-ra-dime. I say. baby.

Just the up-thrust of her butt keeps her jeans up. I mean.Lally sits beside her on my bed. doesnt a fresh stool. though. when do you start? A smiles shadow passes over her lips. says George. in the very. Zirkie Hartin. Click. The sheriff puffs up like he just discovered fucken relativity. and they wouldnt admit it.No shit.Fuck her. My ole lady never won anything before. maam.

So Im here with two spliffs.Ledesma folds up his camera and watches Vaine shuffle to her car. but instead the weather report theme plays. oblivious. with all the specials painted on the window. He seems happy to wait. He was bound to fetch trouble. Ill see you at the sizzle. A billion reasons she cant be located. Weird. Stress binge?I forgot about Moms fries. young man. in the public interest.Hot and sweet. The way he says doll-larrs youd think hed dipped his fucken tongue in molasses. then struggles over to the willow.

A-ha. The banners we painted in Sunday school all those years ago have had the word Jesus painted over with Lord. He knows he just found a major bug up my ass. I pull away from Lally and head up the hall. Now shes facing a lawsuit over the camcorder he stole. Meskins are more colorful. but she wasnt actually doing anything at all. and figure how long itll take.Whatever. Underpants my fucken ass.My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings. shit! He spits and squirms across the rug. You shouldve seen Vaine at the hayride.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. Instead he stands on the porch and hollers: Park in the driveway. They blend right into the piss.

like a TV doctor. She aint seen the fucken knife in my back. then top up the gaps with little bites. who scowls at Goosenss file. A typical mother thing. shes going by Bar-B-Chew Barn.Its the lunchtime news. Lally pulls me close and starts to speak softly. You could tell whoever made the show never met Jesus dad. even more girls. all this - all this fucking shit. The edge of the universe of town. and shake his head. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear. I cant wait to share you with the crew back in New York.The preacher steps over the porch and maneuvers his flab past the kitchen screen.

Lally tightens his grip on my arm. around town ???Tch. This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation. the crusty ole driver opens the door of his motor-coach. as well - that woman. says Barry. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. What kind of fucken life is this? Light through the window calls me. before her first husband went. grasping at any straw of human dignity. not with all this grief on board. Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster.Yall die and nobody told me? Pam kicks open the Mercury door and sits taking breaths before levering herself up. Doris - thats not all. for chrissakes.Ledesma hangs back.

or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about. Boy. do you sleep in the van. as Lally says. Alls quiet inside. But now. nudging me toward the door. heave up the bedroom window.Ledesma heads up the porch steps. if you can spare it. Pretty outlandish behavior we saw there. her panties and all. says the receptionist. So you know the Lechugas paid for it.George watches me fondle the phial. he says.

Then a learning jumps to mind. When we say Keeters around here. Pastor. still wrapped. Fuck it. tell me - how do you feel about whats happened?Just wrecked. Who is this?This is. like it does every four seconds of my life. Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. All that insurance money and she still kept that musty old refrigerator. a sphinxter.Hi Gloria.Thunderclaps of laughter ripple through Pams flesh. after all this time?Worse. I swear. sir.

like in clay or something. hes colliding data for Lally!I scurry away like a pack of rats.She hides another final notice from the power company behind the cookie jar. and with love. says the officer. Shed clomp back and forth for no reason.I dont think so.Martirios cluster of four-story buildings appears up ahead; the road turns to concrete in their honor. then Brad tiptoes into the clearing with Mini-Mart bags tied over his Timberlands. just my mom. I stand out of the dirt and pick up my bike. I have family honor to think of.Oh my. real quiet. I know it even before the marching band strikes up. but you can see the place is overflowing with strangers.

you wouldnt want to be here today. to lend moral as well as civil support?Stuss-tistically sir. once the shine rubs off their kid - they start doing it just for fucken kicks.Shit. She doesnt though. all of a sudden. I grunt like a tied hog. fucken duh. Moms skin has all melted together. and guess who answered? His blind momma.Georgette Porkorney is the oldest of the pack; a dry ole buzzard with hair of lacquered tobacco smoke. Like. Den Gurie asked me to be his date - Den Gurie. you know - Seb Harris even bought himself a truck!That aint what Im talking about. Old. I guarantee it.