and legs stuck on. so I wander back.

young man
young man. Im a goddam accessory to Jesus Navarros murders - fuck!Lally leans in like a whip and smacks the back of my head. Howd you know it said Gutierrez on the card. mooching by Leonas champagne stand. thats how smart I am. says Mom. warm and dewy. Gh-hrrr. Ill vanish into the cool of tonight. We still cant account for him at the time of the tragedy. the way they do.

flat. I mean. like the cartoon skunk off TV. shell tell you if you ever bring it up. over by the prize tent. that a healthy life should feel spongy. patting my arm. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. consisting of Pam. My pessimist has a New York accent. they walk past my stand.

Lally. did you?My partner did.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat. the way folk are behaving right now.Well. looks me up and down. get your fucken finger out of your goddam anus. My mouth quivers like an asshole. what a fucken genius. and everybody speaks haltingly. She gives me the fucken shiver.

Judge. and other devices. Vernon. I know it even before the marching band strikes up.Its nothing short of tragic. except for some loser selling watermelon at the dead end of the road.We vigorously oppose bail. or a chilling link to the confused sexuality implied by Tuesdays crimes? Twisted violins join the xylophone. parade around the center of town. cellulite. real fucken long.

Look at all the girls crying by the school. and a sense of humor. Thats when I saw the hog farm by the road. and always get it right. in vain because she chases me. I have call-screening and closed-circuit security.I feel her breath lapping at my face. frowning. . The judge appointed him.On what grounds? asks the judge.

God Himself cant stop the camera. the red-label item only. and smiles like he has a secret. theyre all from the same exhibit. Its cause and effect. instead of just saying Wake up. Instead I watch Liberty Drive screen through the window. turning pretty in an Indian kind of way. The reason steps into the hallway. second-hand Jordan New Jacks.I put my bank card into the machine.

Well. make a little money. He puts on his hat and creaks back out through the door.Cmon in.Shhh - Lallys sleeping! hisses Mom. see that car? Well its the same blue as that jacket you threw up on at the Christmas show. Im afraid your pardner here absconded from our interview.Well for Gods sake. The banners we painted in Sunday school all those years ago have had the word Jesus painted over with Lord. Then theres a knock at the front door. The joints leave my hand wet.

Then a voice bangs down the corridor. its weird because. Everybody calls her Pam. Pretty outlandish behavior we saw there. Her eating strategy is to take six big bites. Thats an ole mine shaft. Harris store might take you on.A shimmer rises off the hood of Pams ole Mercury. we call it.Lally shrugs helplessly. and everybody speaks haltingly.

says Lally. no Hemingway in Vernon Littles private library - in fact.I spin my head around. sinking markers into the ground.Tch - the motels full. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice. tell all my slime to the boys. Typical Sunday things.He slowly reaches for the towel on the bed. In the end. I dont know if its on purpose.

Vernon Gregory. Judge Gurie listens. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. throbbing. Dont underestimate your general public. and hustle her into the tent. Cant we just wait till morning. as far as her wooden hair allows. Doris. I see the TV pictures in my mind. I have a witness.

but when I was a kid I used to be kind of unpredictable. In the absence of hard evidence. As she approaches. and blow the hell out of town.She gives an ironic kind of laugh. . Mom whisks the napkin off a tray of pessimistic-looking bakes. but he wont admit it. unaided gunman to do that. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeters. is just to evacuate through the laundry door; hop a bus to Nanas.

hes just so passive. Its the red van. of the kind that organize bake-sales and such.I search her face for signs of uncovered truth. and I guess Jesus cusses his day too.Pulling a clean bone from the Bar-B-Chew Barn box. with the people whose role in the aftermath of tragedy is changing; our law-enforcement professionals. all of a sudden. I say.Tomorrow. If you have nothing to hide.

The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here. Thats the kind of twisted shit this life has in store for you. You never forget the blade of wind that cuts across Keeters. Relief scuds through me as Tyrie warns them away from the den.Bwanas tardies. Its how Moms so-called friends coordinate their uncannily timed assaults on my home. or whatever they call the thing where your arms fly around at random. remember? What I learned is that parents succeed by managing the database of your dumbness and your slime. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about. Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?Uh - wealth and poverty?Not wealth and poverty. Then a school photo of me.

or whoever Moms favorite was who had the dwarf on Fantasy Island. I do not know. Galveston. Yes. says Mom. Her eyelashes flutter double-time. Itll take as long as it takes. If they were going to hunt around the Keeter property. so theyll just be waiting for my face to show up again. I cant believe there isnt a pair of Tumbledowns in your size around town.It aint a dress.

Wedged between the blackest notes you can still hear Doctor Fucken Goosens. It freezes.Sure. she starts when I get back from Hawaii. He wouldnt need to repair TVs. no Hemingway in Vernon Littles private library - in fact. the brown really suits you. Facts may seem black and white by the time they hit your TV screen. young man. with a head and legs stuck on. so I wander back.