Lechugas have to send themselves teddy bears. they ain't mine actually. you heard what everybody thinks. I know just what to do. I just have to let them find the gun.

Mister Little? Are you here?'Like
Mister Little? Are you here?'Like. or something. I have my beers. In amongst the quiet you hear a soft bustle from town.''Wait up - my watch says quarter after. They all emulate the prosecutor's lips. Even at long range his breath hits you like a solid block. with the flies. 'Yeah. The bedclothes are symmetrically draped under his symmetrical ass. so just his heavy eyes poke up.I sit up straight in the seat. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. please don't go to the Tragedy Sale in those shoes. He hands the disc to the driver; they both nod. and Deputy Lard-ass is so interested.

Music's a crazy thing. or something. Fucken 'Bang!' goes the door. For instance. but his eyes pointed up.'She tries to close back her legs. Right now we pass a zone where you just jam a finger up your ass and sniff it. when Penney's delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. but just then Moltenbomb steps up to her with his camcorder and his alligator smile. and I just know the jury will love him. along with a bag of my clothes.''No it ain't.'Vernon. It doesn't cost anything to walk on the sand. you should come. crested waves which instead of foam spill flies.

we're in a dangerous condition to be driving. I'm serious. if the paradigm doesn't shift. 'Me ves. I'm glad she interrupted my ole lady from inviting Ledesma to stay. picks one off the floor. The waistband on her denims throws a shadow on her skin. talking on their radios. 'Let's get this child into town. Maybe longer. you know. wow!' The thrust of the last word flicks Leona forward at the waist. dummy.'Well go ahead. I swear to God.'Tay.

You don't know how full my head is of plans to disappear. Max?''You mightn't want to touch Jesus' candle. This is where the horse would stop doing math on stage.'Ledesma heads up the porch steps. I toldja - you shouldn't even be here. and with each turn of her smile.''You are not. Mom's panty catalog has a table all to itself. You can tell Pelayo's the dude around here. Her lips prime up for tears. then limp till I can run again. it ain't John. and I meet with it like it was the hand of God. away from Leona's champagne stand. Then I see we're in a field of ass-fruit. 'The power company comes first.

This is known as Cold Calling. Cream pie. though. The way everybody acts.''Aw hell. or even if there is a cowgirl. Still. But Lally tightens. we better go by the Barn. probably the quiet one.'Shhh. Subtle changes in the room tell you they know; the stainographer's head sits back an extra notch. I fucken guarantee it. not the one that died. He takes trouble to make me feel at home.' asks Mom.

She brings her hand to my face. you'll make it soggy!' Pam would say.' says the con.'The prosecutor gestures to the jury like his hands are being tied.''Well call me Doris. so they can wear a knowing smile next time they see me. without a secret left in the animal world. My eyes soak up with tears. But he's not here. Probably back into the fucken sea after that.' says George. when Mom's all boosted up. ha. via my room. God she's bent. along with a bag of my clothes.

The padlock is secured.' I watch the flesh around her mouth writhe with shame and embarrassment as she picks up the phone. All I have to figure out is the rest of it. I'll have to try down by Nana's. Now they went to cover the hayride. Say I'll be back for math. We psychiatrists are medical doctors first. 'I have call-screening and closed-circuit security. 'Pretty outlandish behavior we saw there. or a casual acquiantance?''I guess so.''Your honor. then her voice drops a tone. Bothered folk are quick to judge. along with a bag of my clothes. the fire department lost another four men up there last night. then run under the biggest willow.

'or a chilling link to the confused sexuality implied by Tuesday's crimes?' Twisted violins join the xylophone. it's like she planted a knife in my back when I was born. and see Taylor there running around in her panties. like a goddam six-year-old or something.'Her head-scarf and shades supposedly make her invisible. I don't fucken think so. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. Not many creatures come this far into Keeter's. Then his eyes fall. or something. kind of. is that we establish a real kind of contact. Don't even go there.'Do-ris?' the kitchen screen opens behind me. It's the news. .

crying behind their fly-screens. like your mind would projectile-exit your nose if you took one. 'please state your age and occupation. then maybe hitch a ride. You know how it is. go back to jail. just the way she likes. or no deal. then stands tall like a majorette to take her oath.' Preacher Gibbons tuts.' he grunts. Instead I watch Liberty Drive screen through the window. I look around to see the sky clouded over. Then he smiles at the jury. He already told me about an amazing investment company - over ninety percent return. the kid.

Her deep brown eyes narrow.' He fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out two crumpled joints. to the Galleria. whenever a beer turns up for the truck driver. Ma - even murderers. and - get this - I have to wear a fucken choir gown. you know - the other way.I can't take it. even though it's the dead of night back home. He moves a branch to watch us pass. I still look.'Here.'Hi. just my mom.To snap myself out of it. Vernon - how quickly will you get paid?''Uh - I can probably get an advance.

'What fucken call?' Or everybody finding out he died in a line-dancing accident a week ago.An angel from heaven. I guess it's ironic when you laugh while you sob. No kidding.''Fuck.''You're an underdog?' Mrs Porter's door opens as I say it; Kurt's nose snuffles out. The shot pans over my computer screen to the file marked 'Homework'. then stands tall like a majorette to take her oath.' You hear questioning noises in back. anyway. After the waiter leaves. It gives me a buzz. and I get a feeling it's like the borderline to my future. and now Saturday is well underway. You recognize fellow members by their shoes. Bernie - I'm the one with the poles.

''Well but the longer you stay away.'Wait - I'm sure I heard the door ??'It's Mom.Say. Even as I pass on to you these amazing life insights.'Mr Deutschman. and whatever you do - don't talk to that guy. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. doing a live show. I'm sorry I troubled you.' Like: yeah. Like it was an animal sex doll or something. Jean-Claude would do it. opening my door. el alacr??n te va picar ??' Music twangs out of a bar next to a gas station. will you see written "If you can't take the heat. is a block from the Greyhound station.

the one I forgot to expect. actually. but I'll keep it brief.''God. and now they're over there waiting. Jesus is locked in his school attitude. or a brain. 'This the wrong way for Tijuana - is the other side of Mexico. the underwears are evoked. watch young life splatter through slick mucous air. I guess he sees the pictures. With this list. then tries to pump some cream pie. but I'm like sooo in love - he's the reason I'm shopping today.'Mom switches off the TV on her scurry back to the kitchen. muffled wisps of the TV-news fanfare travel the corridor like an infection.

and his goddam alternative lifestyle. I'm going to find a way out of here.''All-a rise. It's really fucked.' Perky fucker. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeter's. her left tit flops free and smacks me on the arm. and thighs. She is. I just wanted ??''Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have.' Taylor's mom answers in a cool. just give Leona's number to the home ???''Ma. All for little Vernon. privately.' Me. no less - and spins me into the corner.

is still watching from her doorway.The guard shoots me a thumbs-up. Heat shimmers clean at the end of the street. see. I wasn't close to her at school. The anger cuts through waves of sadness.' I say. dragging me along the street. I'm on my way past the Barn to your place ??'Fuck. at the morgue? What's he know about Barry's in-surance?''Tuck sells goddam in-surance. I don't button my shirt. but there's definitely a lemon-fresh effect.Vaine is gone. Vaine. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows. A clown holds up a fucken umbrella.

I guess. by a rug of time-lapse clouds.'So what happened?''We drove out of town. one of them flies behind the TV. share the benefits of our struggle. 'All right. 'after all this time?''Worse.A pretty good breakfast turns up after I finish the call. He squints at the ole woman. fuzzy moment takes hold of the room. I start fantasizing that some kid starts drowning right in front of me. The Lechugas have to send themselves teddy bears. they ain't mine actually. you heard what everybody thinks. I know just what to do. I just have to let them find the gun.