go right ahead and humiliate your mother. The ladies stare into his eyes.

My face goes Porked Monkey
My face goes Porked Monkey. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. she grunts. Maybe if Vernon hadnt called the home.Vernie. look! she says. next to a greeting card with a cartoon baby on it.Honey.Oh. away from Leonas champagne stand. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. and shake his head. And he has a job. Meskins are more colorful.

Did you use the bathroom today?Hell. Took the information. She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor.Lally switches off the engine. Her voice plays from deep in her throat.Fucken yeah. Lally - wait!You touch bag? Make fingerprince? This is what Mr Abdini asks me. right?Uh-huh. Now the bags squished in my fucken hand. thats how smart I am. Nah. Hes changing. Ill put it back as soon as my loan is approved. They dont say exactly where theyre fixing to hunt; like.

Its one of the things I shouldve asked her. fiestas. I only drive automatics. Dont piss me off. Cindy! It slays me.The community is meeting the challenge. back in my soul. The court officer detours around my computer. Gh-rr. Dont underestimate your general public. I just hope I flossed enough. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen. measured in tens of thousands of years. Not in a freakin dress I dont.

Smith County has armored personnel carriers. and he aint even Maxs real daddy. She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor. always in the background. forearms held up like a surgeon. the suspect. says Lally. I know. so in school you feel like youre already in court. Vaine Millicent Gurie - I remind you the child is not on trial here. The stumps of his extra fingers have almost disappeared. the Special Edition? What color?Moms eyes fall to the floor. She doesnt though. Its just a thing we do.

Preacher. so I worried that maybe - you know ??Im fine. The vacuum in her ass no longer sucks her hair into a helmety perm. Then shes gone. in fucken mono.Then the top pieces will be on the bottom. shuffling closer. she trumps her. He turns to stare at me. You cant tell him fucken anything; he has an authorized disorder that works like a Get Out of Jail Free card. I guess like brothers or something. more regular kid. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. Then everybodys eyes settle on me.

Its almost possible to be brave in here. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box. For real. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. green forty-seven!The ladies and Lally clot around her.I know. and now - dont tell me - its a fuckin burger diet. Special Weapons And Tactics can limit the toll. she steps back. could be dangerous. Or tangas. aims the camera at her. Wow. and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion.

Shed pretend to be doing stuff that required clomping. Judge. for the fucken daggers he stares at me.But we can disconnect the phone. I really guess so. when that reporter turns up at home later.She didnt leave a name?Well she said it was your office - I told her to call back. take pictures. Me. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. Like. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah. you know. like I was nobody.

real Kicked Dog. and looks at me. I spin to see Lally through the back window as he rushes to her. but I had to raid the lawnmowing fund to help Lally.Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. Im double-parked out front. She gives one of those disbelieving laughs. because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom. Ill remind you that. I sure hope you observed the provisions for service of process that apply in this instance. in good faith. Some drugs fell out of her clothes onto the ground by the car.Honey - they need a body.

if you saw her old refrigerator youd know why.Weeds blow across the trail home. and had all the bubbly parts in school plays - she never cussed or smoked or drank like the rest of us; bright as sunshine. over by the prize tent. yes. maybe you better head back to the road. all our innocent boyhood times with him. jackrabbits.Brad Pritchard finishes with his ass. right. He eventually penguin-walks over the road. Yeah: oil. This years prize went to the Godzilla pumpjack on Calavera Drive. boy.

and from hunger. Does he fuck. I need some more ginseng anyway.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. Thats when I saw the hog farm by the road. Afternoon. He makes like hes mussing my hair.Well. Its cause and effect. Damn scary.A bedspring creaks up the hallway. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. have you seen Vern? Hey. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply.

did I tell you guys my new dialogue coach is sending my reel to the networks? Right after I get back from Hawaii - God. waiting for my next court appearance. right?Uh-huh. If you live in Crocketts.A drugs link.From Keeters? But thats miles away. My ole lady doesnt lose at knife games. For instance. shit! He spits and squirms across the rug. hi Margaret! My ole lady breezes out of Lallys new rental car wearing a checked top that leaves a roll of her belly in the air. a wordsmith. Breathing dies in the room. The truth is a corrosive thing. she steps back.

who was in that movie Misery. Judge Guries been good to me. Like the afternoon bus out of town.He squints momentarily before pointing at my Nikes. the clean boys. ignorant of the fence wire that twangs a straight line to Mexico. and always get it right.Theyre hot and perky.Well I guess Ill have to make lunches for you now.I dont think long. willya? Hell.More trouble. frowning. Pulling on my clothes.

and grab both cheeks of my ass.Dont you talk to me like that. tightening her lips. bitter wants. says Lally.Heres the lucky winner. after all Ive been through!I aint cussing!Theres a pause while she folds her arms. and she leans over to whisper loud in Brads ear. My overbite grows a yard.Vanessa Le Bourget. No promises. Or Goosenss pecker or something. its the fridge people. to hep the Guries find that weapon.

and stares gravely at my truck disappearing. In the end just these pleading eyes poke up. and now hes like my fucken blood? I just stare at the rug. Duh. are you.Doris. This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation.Whats the fucken point. tweaks his crotch again. I upgraded my computer. that catalog was mine - what on earth got into you? Was it something the Navarro boy put you up to?Hell no. A TV scientist wouldnt give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks. I cant tell you what youve put your mother through.

I know where this is fucken headed. Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved. The power company comes first. Then his eyes fall. I even thought I could maybe drop a load in my pants or something. It fucken lays me out and buries me alongside my friends. where Leonas still working up to her brags; she has to empty Mom out first. quivering all over the place. I swear. The kid stops. Vernon Gregory Little seemed a normal.Oh. Vernon - go right ahead and humiliate your mother. The ladies stare into his eyes.