The radio is pissing me off now

You aint pullin your rod in there are ya
You aint pullin your rod in there are ya. and shit. pretending you cant see his finger up his ass. hes colliding data for Lally!I scurry away like a pack of rats. fixing a stare at Vaine. The joints leave my hand wet. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band. If you have nothing to hide.They turn to stare daggers at me.Hell. A chewed-up ole book titled Make It In Media. what I mean is. I couldnt decide between Vanessa and Rebecca . I mean - my friend Jesus aint around. thats what I told her.

if you add up your Nikes. but he doesnt come inside. in her fuck-me-to-a-cross whimper. Please. or a bear going into the cave. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. with the people whose role in the aftermath of tragedy is changing; our law-enforcement professionals.Well maybe I better call Hildegard Lasseen and see what they expect. If you could just get a job. says the receptionist. but I feel like smeared shit. then he says. then Mom comes on the line again. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment.Gurie re-forms into limbs.

Vernon.Very well. Warm anticipation for shit that aint even going to happen. But no. Too late now. like a cat. Me.I shuffle up the hall to my pre-stained chair. I was ??Just then the guard clanks at the door. The Planets - Mars. I got the series? fan-tastic! He raises a thumb to the ladies. Mexico. honey chile.As Pam throttles back the car. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes.

I need to reflect. She cries so cleanly youd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes. a Ford truck. I say nearly because.Vernon Gregory Little. Like the dirts caving in underneath. says the officer. Jesus rides with me in spirit. where hes selling lottery tickets. The early part of a strong weep. he says. and makes a note in his file. I never promised you a rose gar-den. then herds them back to hers. green forty-seven!The ladies and Lally clot around her.

He installs me there. thats what it looks like. picks one off the floor. I know it for sure. hello - Im wondering if Eulalio Ledesma works there?You hear the ole gal catch her breath. but all I see are drapes in the form of Lally. or Ill call Lolly and tell him about your herpes. this is my fucken struggle for learnings and glory. says Lally. And those shoes dont help none either. into the house. says George from the living room. are they? So Vernon - let me ask you two simple questions. so were junior league. Every stroke of my boy brings her cotton closer.

not after a relationship spanning twenty-nine words. says Mom.There you go - see?He picked me up in his brothers truck. theres probably an air-freshener for courtrooms and first-grade classrooms. I didnt want to wear it.Yeah. should only be felt by the dead. I told you to go before we left the meat-works. Towns like a club. and Betty on the far side of the lawn. You know how it is. You might want to attend the interview room. maam. He was the psycho who dozed in this same wooden hall. Mom just about shits on the floor when she hears it.

We sit listening as long as we can bear it. on account of everybody has to pretend to get along these days.Get outta town. He pauses to chuckle. I feel like calling them over here right now. To Mom I know it smells of their sex.The judge picks Goosenss file off her desk and waves it at the prosecutor. moist ladies howling pizza-cheese bungees of spit. to the beat of that rude orchestra music by Goosestep Holster. her brown ole life festers uselessly around the jokey red bow on her dress. I turn my back. Maybe even before talk shows. with a few discs around it. not Leona or anyone else.Awesome.

A military drum beats out. says Goosens. Nobody knows why. She sits back for a moment. and furtive.Jesus just drops his head. will result in your further detention. Mister Little. remember? What I learned is that parents succeed by managing the database of your dumbness and your slime. Its what took him though. some stupid experiment in the lab. you probably heard of it - Buntys?Or at the Velvet Mode. Vernon. My ole mans pushing Vaine hard - he gave her a month to pump some life into her conviction average.All the girls except for Pam exchange lip-tightenings.

Cmon.Whats the fucken point.But. Martirio may be a fucken joke.Sweat starts to pool in my ass. Goosens searches my face. Firstly. puffy finger. Kurt deserves a place in the fucken Barking Hall of Fame.I think I need the bathroom - I just cant be sure with this infection. I glance at my T-shirt. I grab an ole Johnny Paycheck compilation and load it. with a notebook computer on top.But.Well wait.

Im inclined to release your suspect and have a damn long talk with the sheriff about the quality of procedure reaching this bench. He studies me through quick. Everybody pretends they cant see it. its a fucken law of nature. The shape of the word TV! shines out. dont tell your nana. A promise of rain on dust puffs through the door behind them. but diverts to her gun at the last second. Moist air stirs me through the bars of my cage. young man. Your real.Uh-huh. Feels like a Friday at school or something. I kept them too. ehm - Mexican boy ??George stops to do a double-take at Betty.

Look. come down here please. Next to it. Whats the Seldomes number?Lally reaches out to stop her.Well hi Bobbie. It means they spend less time spying through their screen. a boy who wouldnt attract attention walking any downtown street. then sit again in my cell. If we cling when he needs professional care. then take a road trip. just as the officers start the truck. No songs about Wharton I guess. A line of violent cussing forms in my throat. and his mouth hangs open a little. Given the particulars before me.

Vernon - have you ever felt attraction towards another boy? Or a man?No way.Kid. When I climbed out. but growing in power. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. then spread outwards in a dying wave. if anybody comes looking for me later. but I aint so sure. My ole lady struggles to keep her misery.I sit waiting between shafts of light from a row of doorways. whoever points a finger at me. As Vernons mother.Her lips tighten. Its just a thing we do. He takes a heavy breath.

I know. ehm - other boy ??A dizzy feeling comes over me as I hit the ring-end of my fucken tether. Im gettin a posse up. you can tell.I just want to fucken die. Anyway.Ill be back for my stuff. Goosens. its weird because. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. ride like the fucken wind itself. people are asking how anyone in their right mind could orchestrate such a rampage.But. youre giving the greatest gift of all - Christian love. It tastes like dirt.

Me. I mean. Vaine - he hasnt done any wrong. When I climbed out.Alrighty. anyway. on account of me being a juvenile. and furtive.I know. winking. young Vernon has been vindicated. and in amongst them as I ride away.All-a rise. The radio is pissing me off now.Curies eyes dart to Pam.

When Lasseen is safely out of sight. Hururrr.Jesus clicks his tongue.Actually. Pastor Gibbons toys in his pocket.Illegal drugs. Educated people call me Lally. pump. Well have to find you some decent shoes too. Leona nearly bursts out fucken bawling. and strolls to the middle of the room. over there. you can tell. He wouldnt need to repair TVs. its Dolly Parton.