shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead.

Vernon Gregory Little seemed a normal
Vernon Gregory Little seemed a normal.You tell me whappen. Breathing dies in the room. ugh. Lets go for a little ride. where hes selling lottery tickets. past the power bill you can see tucked behind the cookie jar.Im hung out to fucken dry by this fat midget. and a couple of die-hards bent over their grits inside.Wake me when its over.Pluck off. By the time I look back up. Well.

See how things work? Its what drives folk to the blackest crimes.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side. Then the mans paper flops open to a picture of me. But then Jesus died. Just the up-thrust of her butt keeps her jeans up. I guarantee it. He stays silent.Wait up. In the end it doesnt matter what words you say. He creaks out of the room. please.Barry aint around this morning; another guard escorts us through the sheriffs back door. quivering all over the place.

Maam. the neighbors mustve got ten. I forgot to mention. .So Fate plays the card where Leonas wire rims sparkle to a stop behind the patrol car. I have to stay aware that ole metal-mouth back at the sale will start bawling for me after an hour. by the Lechugas of Beulah Drive.He slaps me with the flat of his hand. I dont think you quite got the hang of it.The noise draws Brad over.What.Well gosh. maam - her car is under repair.

When they ask him if he feels great. waiting for my next court appearance. From a different angle than I last saw him. The drapes close. says Georgette.Youre the one who needs care. The apron sellers gloomily munch fudge. and well never see him again! A chuckle runs through the court. Boy. in my whole fucken life.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. or something. and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion.

Velcro fucken ant-farms seize my gut.Wow. duh. I aint a murderer!Well I know - its just an example. I say. and stashes the joints through a tear in the seat. the Special Edition? What color?Moms eyes fall to the floor. about other places being different and all.We happy we allow home to continue our young life. But even naked animals need bail. some stupid experiment in the lab.Un-dressed?Sure - to finish the exam.I spin around to see the Smith County truck nose onto Beulah Drive.

nothing stays put in this town. says Pam. Then shes gone. for Number Twos anyway.Oh. and cats letting any ole rat pass by. so Parnll have to pick you up. she takes her mouth from the phone. slowing time down all over the place. stuss-tistically. I know they would. I appreciate your help. and he ran away from his interview ?? gh ??Judge Gurie clasps her hands like a first-grade teacher.

or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. A reporter from CNN sourced it for us. She cries so cleanly youd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. Until Tuesday. to invite her to crawl away. Mexico. La Elegancia Convention Center. Eileena. It means - Ill have to move along. Thats why this towns angry.Alrighty. Then at mine. Hes only twelve and he has a hundred million dollars! An e-mailionaire.

like. Wow. way out in the public domain. Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?Uh - wealth and poverty?Not wealth and poverty. He pulls a crumpled business card from his shirt pocket. Betty comes to meet her.Hot grasses heckle my face on the way up the hill; skeeterhawks twitch through the air. Hururrr. The weather plays at their end too. and grab both cheeks of my ass. like a sports sock. I aint saying Im to blame. making it as difficult as possible for the ladies to maneuver her to the sofa.

says Leona. heave up the bedroom window. Go up to any asshole and say anything.He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; light filters hot onto his cheeks. Once she even wrote about it to my teacher. but I dont. She pretends not to see me. 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. or a woman is crumpling her lips with overwhelming joy.A drugs link. and you just know they dont get alternating rage and sadness over their fucken loved ones. hot and solid like piss. and slams down the phone.

and slams down the phone. Leona. As soon as were out of Moms sight. Vaine! Im almost a Gurie myself.Vernie. so you spend the whole time waiting to see whos going to pop next. and scoot across their lawn to Arsenio Trace.Shhh. I turn away from him. Wetback fudge-packer! he yells. a shadow falls over the car. maybe because I finally got a fucken break.Barrys out for the night.

I was out of class. dorky enough. her organs pump double-time. He put a wrecking shop by the ole Johnson road. Everybody keeps a safe distance from the joy cakes. Doris. Mr Smedma.Shit. man. very end. a block behind us. The fact is. young man.

They wont even sell certain shoes to outsiders.For me? His smile stiffens. with a tie and all. dripping ants all over Gurie Street. Then Lally drops the handset. I gather the Bar-B-Chew Barn sacks. all warm and spent. My pessimist has a New York accent. Vaine. Howd you know it said Gutierrez on the card. Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. and smiles gently.Well Vernon ??Click.

The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son. that same one. Thursday eats Wednesday. Ma. motherfucker? Howd you know it said Ledesma Gutierrez. just water for me - and maybe one of these cakes. It fucken lays me out and buries me alongside my friends. the Pritikin diet wouldnt even feed the nose on a growing boy. The pastors eyebrows ride up. and points.Oh. in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks. But no.

anyway. but ??I know. All this shit raining down on you.I dont like to speak badly.Shit. You were ready to crucify the guy because you didnt have the facts. My heart bounces along the floor of my body as I wait for the ciphers of Nanas lawnmowing fund to appear. with some of they automatic guns. I just feel so guilty having anything at all.I took him. I curse you with making them fucken worse.My what?Pa-ra-dime.Jesus ponytail eddies through shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead.