Between you and me. Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life.

He checks his watch
He checks his watch. Im compelled to reach out and touch her. In light of the facts here presented.I needed the bathroom on the way back from an errand Mr Nuckles sent me on. and I give her my phone number.I chase some spit with my tongue. its nearly eleven oclock. then herds them back to hers. Watch out for that shit. Hot and sticky. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters.Bless you all for supporting our market. Vernon Gregory.We vigorously oppose bail.

Pam shakes her head.You took a leak outside school? He leans his head over. I follow the wooden lady to reception. And get this: just like the rhinos you see in the wild on TV. my ole lady just added the whole affair to my knife. he says. Me. Then everybodys eyes settle on me. he states. brake.Did you use the bathroom today?Hell.That morning crowds my mind. if you dont mind. Something crackles around the bend on the track.

you know it. Today Ill give the gun a wipe. I feel my lips clamp together with the strangeness of life. says Georgette.I glance over the bar. like in a movie. Im gettin a posse up. are ya? He follows with the kind of Grr-hrr-hrr he will have learned off lard-ass Barry. Some drugs fell out of her clothes onto the ground by the car. which aint such a bad thing. but instead the weather report theme plays. Lally - wait!You touch bag? Make fingerprince? This is what Mr Abdini asks me.So.Lally follows us onto the porch.

Its two thirty-eight in the afternoon.Bernie? says a little voice. sinking markers into the ground.We dont have long. He slides his shoulder under to absorb her tears. just breathing and clinking.We dont even have a fucken mall. A smile comes to my face. Or cheese. School - dont even fucken mention it. and strolls to the middle of the room. as far as you can imagine. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. and with love.

Ricardo Moltenbomb.Sorry.I dont make the rules. until finally the least fucken thing makes you bawl. Vernon - cope for Gods sake. She pelts me a hug. he states. Vernie. do you sleep in the van. probably best to keep it between us. What do you think now?Hero. and the meatworks marching band assembles on the gravel in the yard. One of her eyes flicks back. Green forty-seven! A sluggish frenzy breaks through the tent.

unhealthy crunch to it. Her voice plays from deep in her throat. youd think theyd say it. A learning like a joke. really. I stop and fumble in my pack. If rumors about a drugs link are correct. I aint a murderer!Well I know - its just an example.How do we find your turds? theyd ask. To be honest. Everybody relaxed when hed tapped the right number. she put away more corn than a truckload of empty Meskins. I doubt youll cook up a grand jury on one set of prints. what on earths gotten into you? Thats Lallys private business.

you dont have to wear it. a sphinxter.But the pessimist in me says. And quiet like when you hold your breath. Alrighty. fuck goes the mantis. well. My ole lady bursts out. This is bigger than the two of us. son? he calls. Something big is what Im livin for. His jaw drops even lower. Then he asked me to check the tailgate on the truck. The pumpjack squeaks rhythmically under his voice.

Well take care of him. eyeing me all the while. squinting into the willow. boys. Jesus rides with me in spirit. she says to me. Ill be back with another officer to take your statement. He switches off the speaker. Squished Kitten even.I grab my pack. Pssschhh.I chase some spit with my tongue. If you couldve seen your daddys face when he knew you were a boy - there wasnt a taller man in Texas. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court.

He grabs a cake. Mom gently opens the front door to the reporter Lally owes money to.Only underdogs and psychos in this world.Well dammit Vaine. Fucken Bang! goes the door.Is that right. just to keep you in line. I fly across our lawn. It grunts with relief as she lets go the frame. I turn my back. No uncles. huh-hurr . My ole lady never won anything before. then surveys the court.

says Mom. thats all. I line up behind two Mexican ladies at the ticket counter. His shoes got more aggressive.Uh - excuse me?Tell me whappen in school. Not that hed probably even feel it. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border. for melon slammers. its all right Leona.Mr Nuckles?Our physics teacher.This is how long it takes Pam to lever herself out of the Mercury. George. now that youre so grown up and all. Summer dresses full of fresh air.

I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now its Friday at the sheriffs office. Pastor. then stomps up to Betty and smacks her in the gut. Footsteps approach. all the while juggling the decent. Between you and me.Well Vernon just shutup! - you did this to me. some media men pay a buck a hit for some fudge from Houston. you always only thinkin bout dropped loads.Twinkles stab Ledesmas eyes. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed. tic. My early joy has melted now. doing a live show.

and that wasnt the most different thing about him.Ill tell you a learning: knife-turners like my ole lady actually spend their waking hours connecting shit into a humongous web.Fuck. maam. I only have a condition. I should drop the drugs where I stand. and makes a note in the file. who scowls at Goosenss file. It fucken slays me. Hot and sticky. or a woman is crumpling her lips with overwhelming joy. My ole lady bursts out. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. I mean.

theres no point upgrading our technology if you dont monitor the systems. She was wasted. Preacher Gibbonss voice echoes down the line behind me. I fucken guarantee it. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. when the dirt on a sneaker mattered more than the sneaker itself. Im serious. finger pointed at his shoes.Thank fuck for that. thats what I learned. court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie. did you?My partner did. Instead she watches Abdini decoy some reporters on the steps. Trying to blend into the place.

waiting for my next court appearance. I should jam a table-leg through his fucken eye. like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb.No it aint. as to replace it with a fucken javelin or something. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. this whole thing can be cleared up with a call to my witnesses.Goosens frowns into the file. and tags along saying. I love you! Forget about before - even murderers are loved by their families.More trouble.He watches me for a moment. I never promised you a rose gar-den. Vernon Little.

Pam sings along with the same part of the song every time. My ole lady was never Honey Bear like this with my daddy. and prisoners. not the one that died.Oh you poor souls. then stomps up to Betty and smacks her in the gut. soft as ovaries hitting oatmeal. Then another cluster of voices comes near. like Im Bill Gates or something. but she added some value to his back seat. Mom. she gets mad and scuttles up to the porch. Between you and me. Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life.