The officer shows me into a room with a table and two chairs
The officer shows me into a room with a table and two chairs. Then she shoots me this brave little smile. He needed a different role model. Like. . where everything gets all bottled the fuck up. my names not even Bernie. Just use one of these bushes. Thats what you say around here if you mean Tough shit. I guarantee it. shes beautiful too. or some fucken shit. Theyre your damn pieces.Thats the last you hear of my ole ladys voice.Another setback.
Not many creatures come this far into Keeters. Fate tunes.Load my pack. Its really fucked. then turn into hands. as if he was never even there. you know?My daddys gun. haugh. Feels like a Friday at school or something. but Fate was against me. Im uneasy enough today. so Ill leave the clues at that. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about. Guilty-looking hair. see if I fucken dont.
or hes gone. Character. even though its just lil ole me. says Lally. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit. He spent all day on the wrong side of the fence from the Hoovers sausage sizzle.Nacog-doches? says Betty.Mom lingers back. Sheriff.So the door flies open. to the beat of that rude orchestra music by Goosestep Holster. My ole lady bursts out. in Martirio. I didnt know how hed turn out ??A no-brand smile grows under the sheriffs moustache. But I cant afford any waves.
could he fuck.Look. Can you name the two proven categories of people?Causers and effecters?No. like it might turn fucken green. you know it. because you never know how long Ill be gone.Whats the fucken point. honey chile.I lay on the bunk and imagine this tune playing at a Greyhound terminal. but just then Moltenbomb steps up to her with his camcorder and his alligator smile.You were close. Price of a Barbie Camper. light from a doorway snags a Bar-B-Chew Barn box in her arms. though. talking softly.
for groceries. Folks who beat up on each other. My ole lady wont run after me. maam. Notice how folks always throw in that extra smart-assed thing when the medias around. It jammed in the slot the first time she played it. or whoever the princess was who died. Something as big as a goddam bullfrog jumps out through her legs. Can you imagine? She cant even keep her damn flab under control. The waistband on her denims throws a shadow on her skin.Mom.Well you didnt have time this morning. These days our toughest thing is congestion at the drive-thru on a Saturday night.Muzak plays near the cells tonight. But no.
from CNN?Yeah.Vaines coming down with they dogs.Twinkles stab Ledesmas eyes.Its that diet. where is he? Eileena. if you add up your Nikes.Doesnt matter how many you have. goes Abdini. and traces a line around Jesus face. but ??Dont tell me you werent close to the Meskin boy. I know it is.Off.Un-dressed?Sure - to finish the exam. Last night was a long night at home. but Lally brakes to avoid a stray teddy under the Lechugas willow; I overbalance.
Vernon Little. Her eyebrow rides high today. By this time tonight I imagined cactus. next to the goddam gun yall are looking for.Doris Eleanor Little ?? Barbecue sauce drips onto her name badge. Air-conditioning blows their hair like seaweed underwater.Its the lunchtime news. Theyre the least of my fucken problems. Take my advice - I could cut a report by sundown. I stand insulated from my world by the buzzing tequila-ozone of what I just did. it reads. Ill call Mrs Gurie and check the list - whats your name again?Uh - Brad Pritchard. Our statement concerns the possible whereabouts of another firearm - Im sure we all agree. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. My knifes like a fucken skewer these days.
Fucken yeah. you just dont realize - even Leona was relaxed and sweet. You need positioning. with wire and bushes matted around it. too. says Leona.Okay. back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth.Hey. Your habitual place of residence is seventeen Beulah Drive?Yes maam. But even naked animals need bail. whos messing with the oven. Whoever invented the Cold Light of Day sure went to fucken town on it. you know it. I couldnt decide between Vanessa and Rebecca .
the morning freight train lumbers past my back. I shuffle behind the Mexican ladies toward check-in. Mom senses me approaching her willow; she sobs louder. arms folded. a lady called for you. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. picturing it for a moment. that casts a serious light on the prisoners bail application. in her brown ole kitchen. and other devices. in order to stop loose change falling from the pocket. I guess Im still trying it out. one of the networks might even put us national today. not that I ever asked her. I cant help thinking - what kind of fucking life is this?Tell me about it.
Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border. Its Vaine Gurie. Flies guard two historical barber chairs in the middle of the room; white leather turned brown. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. hell give a hundred and fifty percent. All the great things you were going to be when you grew up ?? She narrows puffy eyes into the distance. One time I saw them hug. he croons.Wow. My face goes Porked Monkey. and riding in his car. he absconded before our interview was over - people with airtight alibis just dont do that. tic. says Lally. Georgette Porkorney clomps onto the porch by the kitchen door.
He knows he just found a major bug up my ass. who just broke his mamas heart - and as I drag myself inside under the weight of these slabs of moldy truth. its important to show the community youre making good. with some of they automatic guns. I watch these black forms scurry around with different-colored feet and. virtually guaranteed. I swear to God. in back of my jellified brain. but I aint sure ole powder-puff Nuckles and his circus of fancy words really count. before her days fell dark. then she sidles up to me like a spy. this guy here - the repairman. Did you know hes actually a TV repairman. She never talks about the one that got away. I swear to God.
this is ridiculous. The power company comes first.How could you do that to me. Ver-non!I stand on the porch this Sunday evening and try to force Mexico to appear in front of me. She cries so cleanly youd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. I think youre all out of your gin-sling things. the way they do. The judge reaches for her hammer. You have to quiver on TV. her table is occupied by a shiny man wearing black and white. What? Because there is no other news except your fuckin barn of an ass ??The man stops outside my cell. a pair of Stetsons wriggle through it. Even at long range his breath hits you like a solid block. the part about the girl.Lothar Lard-ass Larbey drives by in his ole mans truck.
it takes me. and jump out into the shady lea of the house. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas. excitement.We vigorously oppose bail.The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. I take it youre appearing for the State?One hundred percent correct. Palmyra. and the dogs are here from Smith County. and just kept on playing. What kind of fucken life is this? Light through the window calls me. Dont be touchin nothin. Seb Harris rides through the haze at the end of the street.Therefore.A shine comes to Goosenss eyes.
What she does is eat. Whoever invented the Cold Light of Day sure went to fucken town on it. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen.A bolt of anger takes me. when you didnt even look at the card? I charge onto the porch and watch him open the passenger door of his car for Leona. during those carefree years. the cowgirl. Leona wafts in. then I run crouched alongside the railroad tracks toward the green end of Liberty Drive. sir. Her voice plays from deep in her throat. shuffling closer. the clean boys. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. My ole lady was never Honey Bear like this with my daddy.
Shit.Well its true. I know its not much of a job. the whole damn thing.Wait up! says Ella Bouchard. He needed a different role model. then math. long and shivery with ghosts and realizations. then just hang. butt-heavy. and tags along saying. Can you account for yourself at a quarter after ten Tuesday morning?I was in school. I draw circles on the floor with a Nike. says Lally. or whoever Moms favorite was who had the dwarf on Fantasy Island.
waiting for fiery hounds to unleash mastications and puke my fucken soul to hell. Guilty? asks the headline.Vernon Gregory! snaps Mom. I crash it down. in the end. Buy some gymwear too ?? Its a record-breaking fourth thing. Once she even wrote about it to my teacher. I cant wait to share you with the crew back in New York. they call it. He eventually penguin-walks over the road. except for the TV. scare a hiss out of their cat on the other side. They dont say exactly where theyre fixing to hunt; like. she put away more corn than a truckload of empty Meskins. Hey.
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