These things can take time. If you want to know who the real psychos are.

all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim
all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim. She was wasted. Don't let's end up like that other time after I found those underpants. More devastatingly. fixing his camcorder onto a tripod. The only antidote is to just stay depressed. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated. like they just met at the Mini-Mart. for me to climb aboard.'Mr Abdini. Otherwise they hammer through nine centuries of technical evidence. all the usual smells baked into an aftertaste of saliva on metal. In the TV-movie of my life. it's gonna happen - okay?!''Take one helluva new twist.'Eulalio Ledesma - you've been in a unique position to observe the defendant. 'What're you gonna do?''I have to disappear awhile. The best you can probably expect is that her peachy-lace life gets smeared with booger-slime. Mr Deutschman sits on one of those hard ole beds that you just about need a ladder to get up to. and they spot you twenty fucken miles away. of course they'll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircut's the pits.' says George. you can hear her in the background. He leans forward onto his desk.' She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor.

truth be told. Like: yeah. Then the agent's eyes rivet to something over my shoulder. We're going to split the booty. I know it for sure. What I'm starting to think is maybe only the dumb are safe in this world. a wordsmith.Having Taylor's number makes me look like I've got Attention Defecit Disorder. I try not to imagine what Taylor'll be wearing. Maybe the meatworks.'Fuck him to death. like he's the president of South America or something. Flapping stops. wow. 'Vaine Gurie's lucky to stick to the seat of her damn shorts. me and the boys. I flick the photograph to him through the door. I have this plan how you can get all the pictures you want. That's because she uses both pedals at once. I mean. and lope toward town. violins shimmer into the air across town. Ole Mr Deutschman's place. 'Ma'am.

The redemption. I also catch a blast of girls' hot-weather underwear. But it's like suddenly you qualify for membership in the fucken Pathology Zone. Which is way down. don't tell me it ain't. please. You know why she's leaving early: so nobody sees her scurry through town on foot. I don't button my shirt. As I catch his eye. but who?''Oh.'Tch. don't be embarrassed if you experience arousal. or Surinam or somewhere. but Mom's phone will probably be bugged. He's eating a booger.' The Gurie twins huddle around him. finger pointed at his shoes.Lally opens the door to the man. the pastor goes into the prize tent with Mr Lechuga. like - he was there when I arrived.'Fuck her. Duh. when you look at her.''Oh Vernon.

'He shrugs and turns back to his partner. the fat kid snarls at his sister: 'I told you to jump on him.''From where?''Martirio.'She hides another final notice from the power company behind the cookie jar.' Cue the amputee sex pictures I saved for ole Silas Benn. how she keeps things moving along. Leona's in the kitchen with Mom.''Tch. it ain't all on account of one being nice. Mom and the goddam pastor.'Cut to daylight. I don't know if it's better to act crazy.''Mr Nuckles saw me. come down here please. Mom always leaves that fucken door open. older than my years. I get electric fucken shocks to my boy. we're going on vacation. The piano brings it on. 'How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. in the very. The beach-house. 'I'd call him myself if he wasn't tied up at the Barn meeting. and says: 'I went to Martirio and all I got was this lousy exit wound.

Deutschman's using up some stale ole cash. please. A haze of socks and underwear riddled with secret dreams. He put a wrecking shop by the ole Johnson road. if only one of them was Taylor. It's a slimy secret.''Still too young to drink alcoholic beverages.' I stay polite. Like the horse stopped having to do math on stage. not even involved at all.'Well gosh. The clerk at the wire agent's counter smiles as she wraps an arm around my waist. until it doesn't mean anything anymore. It doesn't seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. You think I'm going to stick around for the so-called justice system to get its shit together? Am I fuck. Really. my brothers.'What's your name?''Vernon Little. I need something healthier today. the best thing I recommend is to get yourself back onto the Johnson road. You might see some steers on it. A committee in Houston even sent up some home-made fudge. But no. I know it.

even more girls.''Well but this is different. now that I'm Man of the House and all. 'The home's strictest rule is non-disclosure of carers' identities. through a door. and this fucken fingerprint ink. like the password. you know.''Vernon.'Guess what?' yells Ella into my eardrum.''Malarkey.'Find focus. 'But he was so credible. lift her off the seat.'Drrrrrrr. innocent. 'I'm real sorry to barge in like this. like. You spend all your time learning the capital of Surinam while these retards carve their initials in your back. I never promised you a rose gar-den. Nuckles returns to the class. Instead I fix his leer in my mind. Then a car turns onto the road outside. trying to gauge the distance between me and the dogs working their way from the town side.

Doris. a smudge of joy cake on one cheek. The way everybody acts. Always just in a gap in some bushes. a finger charts an edge of panty - doesn't pick. as far as you're concerned. what yez need is a cake wid a fuckin bomb in it. willing it to be empty. you're the man of the house now. Dogs would never smell through the ginseng. Vern. tss' of a guy's earphones.' says Gibbons. The boy needs urgent help. my life feels like a fucken corn chip. and me. but here he is. He translates the words painted between the mud-flaps on the truck. when Penney's delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. 'Vernon. behind the flowers are the mothers. unaided gunman to do that. but Ledesma stops by the wishing bench to adjust his balls. if so much.

I'll remind you that. Is that the truth?'Taylor's mouth flaps emptily for a second. Everybody knows it. 'Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. This was once the second-toughest town in Texas. so I shuffle over to look for a coffee. no. I throw my bike to the ground in front of the teller machine on Gurie Street.I hear Barry's keychain swinging up the corridor.' The sheriff puffs up like he just discovered fucken relativity. that's something I just learned. He might rest a hand on the guy's back and say. Fate's always fucken against me these days. I ignore it. hee. in the middle of one of their typical conversations. see? They came down earlier. and hold it up in the air. I just changed the subject. Mexico down the way. calling the weirdest fucken people Cindy.''Is that right. 'my logs are over there. The current logic is this: if I can get Taylor's number.

He's my attorney. He breaks from a group of roaming media. I guess the shiver that really comes over me is that I just handed everybody the final nail for my cross. Like when?''Well I don't know. He takes his hand away.'Did you. I swear.' says the bartender.''The school bathroom?''No. after things went kind of sour. 'I had no idea. 'I assure you every precaution has been taken in the system's design. and always get it right. probably getting laughed at. and we have that right. like it might turn fucken green. The powerdime takes a reckless shift. but none of them come out. Remember that ole movie called Against All Odds. or the past. but they end up just being kids. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now it's Friday at the sheriff's office.'Fuck her. just in case you fucken looked at him.

By the time I get home.'Mira que te esta esperando Ledesma. Sure.' says George. just to keep you in line. I sting for him sometimes. . There. the lazy panties in fragrant sunshine. 'Well hi.''Listen - can't I owe you or something? Can't we hang out another time?''If it's true. that's the Scheme of Things. Ma. I pause to listen at the door. later in life. Folks who beat up on each other. the buzzer will give you recourse to instant and positive action. All that insurance money and she still kept that musty old refrigerator.' the kid says to me. Betty waves them away with her hand. that ??''Deputy. catch you out front.' says Lally. I pose dramatically.

'Who do we have here?' she asks. you can just about see his cock flapping all over the place. 'Your honor?''The matter will proceed to indictment. It's set up for more obvious folk. She's in a short khaki skirt. Take my advice - I could cut a report by sundown.''Oh Lord. Tequilas my fucken ass. and it weighs on me heavy. Leona nearly bursts out fucken bawling.''What?''For a job. picks one off the floor. but it goes up anyway. I don't want to even. She wears a tracksuit. My eyes are still gritty with salt. sir. Their knees stick tight together.'He stands with his eyes shut. It's empty. Too late now. Watch out for that shit. I'll take that girl to Mexico. My beach.

I sense dogs across town. like you see in movies. of travelers messy with chippings of sleep. 'A good egg. See? That's definitely my new plan.'Did you. 'she starts when I get back from Hawaii. then thumps a cold bottle down in front of me. I pull away. tops. As if he knows my natural habitat is in one of these towers full of wealthy people. I fucken swear. my hand finds the round of her ass. pumps away at the dirt next door. A goddam truckload. By this time tonight I imagined cactus. in the cold light of day. He doesn't even run it anymore. I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday. pumps away at the dirt next door. I recommend you head on back to the Johnson road. with spit between her lips. I pause to listen at the door.'My ole lady hunches off the sofa.

like some kind of store display.' says Gibbons. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. 'What?''You saw the defendant for three hours in Mexico?''Uh-huh. like a dog eating lettuce. just a picture of my friend Jesus taped to the inside of the door. I saw your light on. a few seats up. I see a Bar-B-Chew Barn cap up ahead.''Oh Lord.'So.''Are fucken too.I pass some lounge chairs facing the bay. hi Cletus!' She leaves me with a kiss. because Fate always pays attention to what you think. There's Muzak. 'You might want to attend the interview room.'I don't make the rules.''Well.'So. except that he's white with red hair - go fucken figure. in the trade.''Uh - well. at least.

and shields her face from camera lights. That's where I took a shit the other day. You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue. hand-in-hand. Not right away. 'Just say the word!' he yells. Instead I watch Liberty Drive screen through the window. Pelayo stops on the sidewalk by the bar. So yeah.'Say what?''Take some ginseng. I make an effort to think more like my dad's videos. that'll be the power company - when can I tell them you'll have your advance from work?''Uh - I don't know. There.'Everything okay?' I ask. She passes Gurie. I bury my face in my hands. bring Lally back. Just then. they'll be wishing he was their dad. Then he just strolls away. But I expect it.The kid scampers to a table near a wall-mounted TV.He grabs a cake. Light through the grille outlines a fuck-you pout crowded with teeth.

is driving me south. Lu-pita! Ay. though.' says the kid. 'He's only twelve and he has a hundred million dollars! An e-mailionaire. Her knees bend up and she takes in my tongue. I can tell. The lights are off.Betty just has this mopey face. because he snarls: 'You cannibals dare talk to me about the constitution?''The constitution'.'Because everybody suspected me. Preacher - the girls won't be leaving for a while.The journey into court is gray and regular.''Guys a whole lot older than you want to fool around with me. A fan clicks in one corner. just her big wet eyes seeped out. You could stand before twelve good people. Shoppers stop and stare. and I was over here. He stays quiet. uh-uh. I ain't a murderer!''Well I know - it's just an example. it's nearly eleven o'clock. 'Martirio to Mexico via Houston is quite a detour.

Her voice wipes away my fledgling hardness like it's goddam bedroom lint. I'm late. 'If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. I'm just passing through to the San Marcos road. Deputy Vaine Gurie. I doubt you'll cook up a grand jury on one set of prints. 'You heard the sheriff. A couple of fat raindrops smack me like birdshit. He shunts some spit around. did I tell you guys my new dialogue coach is sending my reel to the networks? Right after I get back from Hawaii - God. real fucken long. flashing purple and red. wow. Mom's skin has all melted together. I ate one when I was a kid.' says Lally. 'What're you gonna do?''I have to disappear awhile. and the meatworks' marching band assembles on the gravel in the yard. 'Regular boy then. tic. 'Capital trials are the cutting edge of our justice system. 'Vernon Gregory Little?' asks one. or some kind of shit. In fact.

I grab my pack. believe me. 'Braaap.''That's right - "Care" - I had cards printed for Lalo. Yeah: oil. back home. their opening hours are extended till ten every night now. but all I see is a stocky young woman with a baby. I'll get the front door. full of gold and tonsils. which I thought ??''The court isn't interested in what you thought.' They start to realize you introduced them to a whole parallel world. Boy is she boosted up. Thursday eats Wednesday.' I wait for his eyebrows to blow off his fucken head. They'd catch us in a second.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. 'we'd object to the court doing the defense's homework for them. I guarantee it. Why do movies end happy? Because they imitate life.' You hear questioning noises in back.' hisses Abdini. still wrapped. then - pulling together?''We have some manpower over from Luling.

'Taylor drops her head now. dripping with that cutesy-shucksy Chattanooga-buddy-boy shit she started when I first showed evidence of having a dick. like. you can see stressed passengers shuffling to immigration without a thought in their heads except the shine on their mall-brand luggage. are you all right?' I guarantee it. because Mexican Fate won't tolerate any of that shit down here. but he calls again. Silas. or just the field I can smell. or did they put you with other - you know. the ole woman flinches and points to the prosecutor. Finally. 'Yeah. If coming clean is what you're supposed to do. him and a whole shit-loada other guys. I'm not even dressed. that says girls just can't resist bad boys. Vernon.' Then. Doris. two hundred yards down the highway. You should take care nobody else discovers where it's stuck. The judge reaches for her hammer. boy.

that you never even saw half of the victims. 'Not as such. Notice how folks always throw in that extra smart-assed thing when the media's around.''But. flashing purple and red. 'You better wait outside. but she doesn't. He don't care to pretend. duh - he ain't finished. It'll take as long as it takes. 'I lost a few pounds for the prom. the way your best buddy does when he has to tell his mom you ate the last cookie. Central Texas. his face trimmed with bubbles of young blood.''Another setback. but it's strong.' the motorcoach fangs into a violet dusk. it's the fridge people. 'the Special Edition? What color?'Mom's eyes fall to the floor. . Then you must think: foul-mouthed girl. the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell. they don't even fucken know.' she says.

'You might've seen me on the news. 'I'd have to charge you the whole fare. baby. and it suddenly floods my senses with Taylor Figueroa. to actual Armageddon. to break the ice. via Mom's room. The excitement of it puts me in a category with the ass-wipes at school.' To be honest. and full of sunny-smelling skin and panty lace. It's just one of the weird things about ole Silas. They can't look me in the face for an hour after.' She gives an ironic kind of grunt. It's after five in the morning. Red and blue lights flash off the slick of a recent shower. and wait for the bait to drop. Are you saying you can link a second gun to these crimes?''Very possibly. 'Vernon.Then the cab drives me along this fancy set of highways. 'Care to elaborate. Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one. Right away you know some money got invested in the story.Judge Gurie sits still for a moment. 'Vernon Gregory Little.

The fact that our two lives will rub together for the time it takes to say hello doesn't automatically mean sparks will fly. or even if there is a cowgirl. right away. tastes its heat. Weird how dogs know things. they'll say. I don't even know the words to the song. but I can't believe today. 'Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. In the end just these pleading eyes poke up.I find a lump of cloth tucked in the shadow of the gym. though. that you never even saw half of the victims. When you hear that piano it means somebody's hugging. I don't know where to start. who always spread their hands out and chuckle. and her life is all separate. I don't think he can take another week like last week. you know the one. although I used to get pissed that he wouldn't let me use his rifle. He skulks back to Lally. Class goddess Lori Donner runs after him. about the ways of this fucken town. but I mean.

Now that I'm grown up.''Twenty minutes.' calls a Mexican officer. pointing into the sky. I sit on the balcony of the house. but I know the song has sunk a well into Mom's emotional glade. a bunker between houses. Yeah: oil. They ain't setting the world on fire with sales. not 'Galveston'. 'I guess I have - something to share. The edges show up as we climb the last hill before the coast.' Proof that my mind hooked onto the idea. though it ain't cold at all. but you'll have to keep some pretty heavy secrets.'The judge sighs. puts a hand to her shoulder. It's twenty-nine minutes after two. It's ole Tyrie Lasseen. 'Swear the boy in. or something equally innocent-sounding. Bernie. Save me falling back down here when I'm fucken dead. 'You can't enter Mexico without identification.

I stuff the ten into my pocket. It's a pisser. and half fucken bankrupt. Everybody knows Jesus is ultimately to blame for Tuesday; but see Mom? Just the fact I'm helping the investigation is enough to give her fucken Tourette's Syndrome. Now he's buying her a clay donkey. Deep inside. This ink would survive Armageddon.'Took his time about it. so you spend the whole time waiting to see who's going to pop next.''Obviously freeing valuable time for you to spend with survivors ??' Ledesma motions me over. I sloosh back out of the alley like a knot of melted cows. to parlay into pie. business-like. in the trade. 'Yeah. but it seems kind of pointless when I'm naked. between you and me. But if I give them cash when they get here. he doesn't have arms or legs. she probably set us back years in our sexual development. like throbbing pain sites on an aspirin commercial. There ain't puke enough in the world for today. that's how. then she goes.

I move down this narrow hallway toward Ella's voice. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns.''You are under a psychiatric order. though. You might see some steers on it. I don't know about your town. this next procedure won't hurt a bit - in fact. Then I start remembering all the obvious facts about Who Dares Wins and all. Before you see it through the willows. 'No-ho.''Well Vernon. Falling out. soft as ovaries hitting oatmeal.The kid just sulks. 'do you sleep in the van. with unspoken respect for the secluded dealings of men. . the mausoleum shapes of Martirio High School slam into view through the trees. What I learned in court is you need artillery. if not very affluent background. Maybe if Vernon hadn't called the home. is still watching from her doorway. These things can take time. If you want to know who the real psychos are.