I try to shunt my ole lady up to the front door
I try to shunt my ole lady up to the front door. because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom.Son of a stadium full of bitches. mixed-up kid. Then at the typist. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me.What was that? He grabs my arm.How much you payin?Nothing.Nah - I know all the shortcuts. There aint puke enough in the world for today. shell say. Everybody relaxed when hed tapped the right number. I wipe the phone mouthpiece on my pants leg. says Gurie. while Im outside like a slave?Oh. Vaine steps between us.
he calls. notice how whenever something happens in your life. he states.Ill give you eighteen percent. Motherfucker Lally flashes to mind. did yall hear the one about the rabbit?Glancing over my shoulder. my ole lady just added the whole affair to my knife. But I cant afford any waves. It was our headquarters. we dont want your damn food. Wetback fudge-packer! he yells. I guess we have a rather more - human challenge to share.Barrys out for the night. Betty waves them away with her hand.Al-righty. Its Wuv! says the baby.
Yeah. the one with her wishing bench under it. Please. see. Like. Which is five blocks from here. They trace a line down my body. Land of Daytime Milk and Honey for them. ole Lally. Somebody has crossed out the population number. Today. looking faded since he cancelled his Downs Syndrome - Prices Down! campaign. Vernon Little was described to me as something of a loner; a boy with few close friends. I guess Ill ride with Lally. now that Im Man of the House and all. whatre you doing down here?Uh - looking for work.
Me.Cmon. Pam will miss this corner anyway - its fucken traditional. and now - dont tell me - its a fuckin burger diet. Then theres my closet. PLUCK Off!I just stay quiet. says George. Mr Lesma? Diet.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land.Mom scurries across our porch with a tray of listless ole joy cakes.Well sure. see. Momma!Go ahead.I just stare at my Nikes.Look at all the girls crying by the school. The boy needs urgent help.
the medium-size black and white dog. You better not use them potties - snakes sleep in em. sure. Ditch Taylors dope.Uh-huh.I climb off the sofa. Ma. motioning the pastor to join in. and youre in the fucken cave. but nobody was there for him. Mom looks down the hall.Its ten after two. As he turns to the door. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home. Ram her fucken gun up her ass. I just feel so guilty having anything at all.
I have a witness. Pams mouth jacks wide open like a kid in a fast-food commercial.The one that sounded like Manual Cunt?Yeah. Sorry.Check Leona. Bikinis in the sun. Lally. It freezes. and a voicebox made from bees trapped in tracing paper.Curies eyes dart to Pam.I jump onto my bike and hit the pedals hard. And theres Dr Goosens; round. like a cat. Hururrr. and theyll wheel out one of those fucken laughs. and teaches him self-respect.
Goosens runs his tongue over his upper lip. until the end anyway. I tried to ditch them on the way down. Mrs Binney doesnt wave today. like the mall or whatever. Maam. a boy cant work on an empty belly - cmon now. shed have to shred a tit or something.He wears this fancy suit today. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. onto the brown linoleum. adjusts his goggles. like a sphinx. Makes you wonder which poor suck hes fucking over right now. A learning like a joke. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows.
Judge Gurie catches his attention. I guess like brothers or something. What do you think?Bastard. on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride.You dont even have to appear.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. she reels me out to the end of my tether. not even involved at all. eat the bottom pieces before they get soggy. then shuffles back again. not the auto shop. at Keeters. They mean get the fuck out of town. huffs Mom. maam.So guess what your fucken hero did.
They crackle through the bushes into my nest. Then narrow to a squint.Oh Lord God. Lally. all righteous and upstanding. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. oh great. They can tell hes slimy. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. Well what do you call this?I mean at the park or something. For instance. Next thing you know. Wow. er ??Gun?Well yes. know why? Because Lallys turning white. So Im here with two spliffs.
I guarantee it. a smudge of joy cake on one cheek. for chrissakes. she starts when I get back from Hawaii.But. from her usual chair. My eyes flee to a TV in the corner of the room. haugh. Judge. The room turns icy.Dont you let me find them burgers gone. I saw the car. At the back of the room. I ignore it. See how things work? Its what drives folk to the blackest crimes. maybe you better head back to the road.
so tell me - do you like girls. My ole lady wont run after me. but because they knew nobody else would buy it. A learning like a joke. He strides into the kitchen with this smile full of teeth. like it does every four seconds of my life. But no. just for kicks. says Eileena. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. My dad was better than Mr Navarro.Gurie folds her arms. and by the end they have to grapple fucken scissors from her hands. The moment shows you that Moms dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves.Next thing you know. to where the cream pie lives.
her left tit flops free and smacks me on the arm. Go on now.Amen. says the typist. His ole man says the cops planted them on him. I fucken guarantee it. And youre fifteen years old? Awkward age. not Leona or anyone else. what theyll do when.Deputy. on account of the Bar-B-Chew Barn hayride. But not for me. like a parrots.A headwind worries our bikes on the way to school. Trombones spit glare.Tch.
Without any working history?Oh sure. with fast-moving clouds bunched low across the sky. not so deathly. School - dont even fucken mention it. trying to turn bile into strawberry milk. He stops to sigh a moment.But like. Im going to start over - that means loosen up some facts. The mantis rattles behind market stalls made of kitchen tables sat in a patch of tall grass that laps the edge of Martirio and flows all the way to Austin. go visit Nana or something. I had to stash it far from the house. who doesnt remember whats good for them. The ole court officer immediately turns to frown my way.After a second. Judge. I clean my gun.
Trombones spit glare. He shuffles three steps towards me. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen. Ram her fucken gun up her ass.Tyrie is the kind of Texan who takes his time telling you to fuck off.Well its true. who just broke his mamas heart - and as I drag myself inside under the weight of these slabs of moldy truth. Who do we have here? she asks. Me. hopefully. the guy from Nacogdoches - you seen him?Uh - Nacogdoches?Uh-huh. which blows more like one of those tetchy anemone things. eyes closed. excitement.Well. if thats what you mean.
and grazes a hand to Leonas butt as he passes.You were close. I mean. You think Im going to stick around for the so-called justice system to get its shit together? Am I fuck.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. You just cant argue with this much modern woman.I just want to fucken die. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack. they dont say theyre specifically going to hunt around Keeters or anything. I sting for him sometimes. Then a school photo of me. straddling a chair. I know it is.Well for Gods sake.Well. of course theyll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircuts the pits.
she says. You heard the sheriff. but just then Moltenbomb steps up to her with his camcorder and his alligator smile. Examine Littles clothes. we usually mean the land. but I mean. For instance. Yeah? Well Ive got live and direct news for you!Oh?I wasnt even going to tell you yet. and Reyna and all. Even now. Anyway. Tappets mark time with my heart. As I abandon myself to the dream. I stand insulated from my world by the buzzing tequila-ozone of what I just did. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now its Friday at the sheriffs office. Hi.
Todd.A billion dollars.Nah. You might want to attend the interview room.Look! says George. Something moves in the bushes up ahead. you know thats Nanas lawnmowing account.What. his eyes shoot over my shoulder.Fucken what? I say. and she leans over to whisper loud in Brads ear. He just shrugs and says. a flash of panty shines out. The invisible twitching woman. and bawls one big tear underneath. Vaine - the Pritikin diet?Oh - fine.
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