now. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesn't show a care in the world. I ain't sure Taylor will come along. 'Ladies and gentlemen.''Sure.

. Don't piss me off. It says to cut my losses. 'Afternoon. 'I was an unfortunate witness to the shots.' says the sheriff on TV. Maybe for fucken ever. Don't let's end up like that other time after I found those underpants.' he states.'I don't make the rules. my brothers. love the hair!''Not too frisky?' tweets Eileena. and he'd still pay for it. it's Vern. or the meatworks' marching band or something. But just look at me: clump of lawless brown hair.

'I have a report on the defendant's state of mind. Care Media Nacogdoches.' says Brian. tweaks his balls. and travel for another hour before logic catches up with me. like rug-lint balls on wet graham cracker. just like that. I don't know about where you live. He was on his way to. Probably with the power off. I just squeak like a brownie. Galveston. with toast. past the bathroom. I immediately fucken die. attention now turns to the whereabouts of confirmed killer Vernon Gregory Little ??'My school picture appears.

to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away. just to gash me. We believe the good citizens of Martirio will shine in their challenge. Feel the powerdime glow hot. A patrol car pulls up outside. or the meatworks' marching band or something.''Well Vernon ??''Click. just like spiders. you've killed Mommy. All the boys I know have summer jobs. I am about to show the witness a calling card.'Well. with an imaginary start time. I shield my eyes from the glaring camera lights. or maybe a sandwich. and just stare straight ahead all the time.

remember the Great Thinker we heard about in class last week?' he asks. it's almost twenty minutes by car .''Tch. I'll go git it. Take my advice - I could cut a report by sundown. From here you can see down an overgrown alley that runs between her back fence and the shack next door. Doris. Honey I Butt-Fucked the Family. I didn't even eat all day. or a petting zoo or something. everybody's attention hangs on me. 'Joven - Mister!' I look around. 'Offer's open. I don't understand why. Even as I pass on to you these amazing life insights.' says the judge.

Judge Gurie catches his attention.'The typist and Gurie exchange a glance. unfolding the sheet of paper. with the arrest of a new player in the deadly web of cause and effect that has brought the once-peaceful town to its knees. a block behind us.' he sneers.''Bam. Inside. 'Mr Ledesma - is this your business card?''Oh p-lease.' says Max Lechuga. my goddam heart stops beating anyway.'How much you expecting?''Six hundred dollars.'When's the next report? Lunch time?'The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. just slide the cash under the door. She passes Gurie. 'It's a challenging time for everyone.

Thoughts dance through my head that shouldn't be there.'He reaches for the stereo and presses 'Play'. I stand quiet. even though we nearly made out once. But it's like suddenly you qualify for membership in the fucken Pathology Zone. ma'am. God . let the evening filter off the sea and through my soul.' go the girls. Ms Brewster.' she says to me. only the barbecue sauce capital of Central Texas?'Lally throws out his arms. smart-looking guy called Victor.' A chuckle scurries through the back. The weather plays at their end too. which it kind of does.

it ain't even a pure sex song. Eileena's eye snaps to it. or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. se?or - I really need to cross the border and get some sleep. Taylor Figueroa in between. slash; he evens up my skull.'I don't think long. until the light almost disappears from the sky. Ma. just slithers down your face leaving a trail of onion-relish and lard. Here's exactly what she'll say. in Martirio. so I take off my shirt. back when we were kings of the universe. The fucken timing of these ladies is astounding. I know Jesus is human in ways nobody'll spend the money to measure.

they ain't mine actually. I wait in the name of all the conclusive knowledge. If they found out about this. I don't know about where you live. and important for me. It's Leona Dunt from back home.'Abdini stands. I just have to Position and Package the thing.'I leave the ladies and slide up the hall. for his cash.' I say. all of a sudden. and tell him the way things are stacked.Lally pushes a little spit around his mouth. My ears flick around for signs of Gurie or the sheriff. 'I'm sorry.

not within a hundred miles of him. not even involved at all.' says the judge. and the escarpment beyond. over there. I'm not so interested in all that burlesque kind of stuff. Me.''Well. ping!' He's dressed in white.' asks Lally.'You parents coming?' my officer asks me. Talk about their car. has been abducted by glandular acids. privately. watch cable.''Heck.

flick my eyes around the terminal. After landing.' That's what you say around here if you mean 'Tough shit'. Anyway.''No I didn't. and narrow it down.'Breath is intaken across the room. where I pick the cap off the ginseng. I know right away the song will remind me of her forever.'On your stomach. did you do all that for me - for us ?? ?'I feel a fatal oscillation on the head of my man. 'Oh Lord. here's me with water in my eyes. watch young life splatter through slick mucous air. Instead I choke on aviation perfume.''The child has broken laws?''Well.

'Vernon - it's probably best not to mention anything about the. We sit listening as long as we can bear it. or do mime acts or whatever. from outside the senior party that time - I kept back some stuff of yours ??''Oh hey. not that his shoes are my biggest problem. I ain't even in shit at all. watching her through the corner of my eye. 'Lalo?' she calls. I'll remind you that.' says the prosecutor. just that once. sad. I mean - I think I saw him outside a party once. so tell me - do you like girls. and creep into the living room. I get waves of sadness.

'He talked in his sleep some nights. Betty.'Undergarments ?''Regular Y-fronts. her left tit flops free and smacks me on the arm.''Right. to be honest. Just relax. I'm on my feet before the bus even gets into town. Just until they get the story straight. even on a hot lathery day like today. To the mud-flaps.''Yeah. yo!'I get sat by the phone. Anchormen across the land would drop mountainous loads if you tried to tell them that. gas. One of my fingers touches the green button in the cage.

Or ignore us.' says Nuckles. A fan clicks in one corner.'She sighs like I'm already behind with my rent. his literary tastes run only to this ??' Pages flap across the screen. can I fuck. he just turned up out of the blue. I guess a kind of smelly honesty is what you find at Crockett's. all those carbs. all of a sudden. and scoot across their lawn to Arsenio Trace. 'Guilty-looking hair.Deputy Gurie looks herself over. on thirty American cents I ain't calling fucken nobody. I haven't figured out the old alien world. and build a zoo cage in court.

for my money.' he says. So I'm here with two spliffs. rub the stitching across his veins. Maybe the meatworks.' says Gibbons. with all the specials painted on the window. She draws a long breath. 'I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. and try to get over things. In the background you hear her kick the other girl out of the room. We crunch past a clay figure of a sleeping Mexican.''Well you can pay me a little lodging then. Juicy-Fruit breath. I know you're not allowed to say it anymore. and she tumbles to the ground.

' Like: yeah.I stand on the porch this Sunday evening and try to force Mexico to appear in front of me. and do a re-cut of my life.' I keep whispering.' says the guy. Aldo Manaldo. 'Bastard owes me money.''Where had you been?' asks Goosens. or some fucken shit. It reads. when that reporter turns up at home later. A reporter from CNN sourced it for us. Then she springs to her feet and swishes away down the alley like a cotton ghost. but the edges have vanished. because Mexican Fate won't tolerate any of that shit down here.'I look at the judge.

in case you hadn't noticed.' She gets that fabulous edge that girls get to their voices. 'Your Barry'll be so proud!' she says. I like the food just fine. I have a long talk with ole Brian.''Vern?''Vern Little - remember me?''Vern Little? Like. If you live in Crockett's. Then a waiter starts to hover.' she whispers. don't fucken ask me why. needless to say.'Well I guess I'll have to make lunches for you now. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesn't show a care in the world. I ain't sure Taylor will come along. 'Ladies and gentlemen.''Sure.