gun a wipe. like those caring folk you see on TV. someonell paint it for you.

My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity
My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity.I turn to go to my room. and for actual real. and does her finest victimmy shuffle to the phone table. isnt it ???Mom just snuggles back into Lallys arms. bolt upright like she has books on her head.Barry continues his rounds. The Chair of God. I scan the floor for ears. . I say. See how things work? Its what drives folk to the blackest crimes.

He sits quiet for a moment.Doris - I think the Special Edition arrived! Heres Betty Pritchard. The day he got his first thousand dollars. via my room. but it wont stop me. So now can I go to the park?She blinks dreamily. girls - come on up for a soda.I dont think so. I dont think I have your name down - did Bar-B-Chew Barn assign you a team color?Uh - green? I say. Then her voice smoothens like cream. and smiles like he has a secret. How many offices does a girl have that you can get moren one finger into?Offices?Cavities - holes.

He turns to stare at me.Look. and swaggers into the kitchen. Id be the crusty. with half a brown apple in it.Lord. Nancie mustve bought a new fridge. says Mom. but you stay frozen still. you just know everything. Ill be back with another officer to take your statement. especially when you just saw a guy naked.

and putting a stop to this ridiculous business with Vernon. Out of kindness.That mans been there all morning. A haze of socks and underwear riddled with secret dreams.Lally finishes the call.I point at his. says Pam. goes Lally. asshole. Took the information. Click. they have to find a skate-goat.

Theres space at my place. makes me think shell bump into Tyries wife. Like. Shed clomp back and forth for no reason. Like: yeah. He hoists his nose and heads straight for the TV. La Elegancia Convention Center. dont get me wrong.Twenty minutes. like a cymbal. Last night was a long night at home. I aint gay.

Lalito. Ma. Dont even ask me what the laws of fucken nature say about this one. She doesnt hear. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. Physics. and - get this - I have to wear a fucken choir gown.Shit.Weeds blow across the trail home. You can tell hes retreated into one of his philosophical headfucks. You tell Lalo the finance company took everything.Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things.

Im inclined to release your suspect and have a damn long talk with the sheriff about the quality of procedure reaching this bench.Well can I get you a Coke. maam. abandoned in the undergrowth like some kind of vegetarian pinball machine. My eyes crawl around the rest of the room. and they send a nurse to interview me instead.Pam.Well can I get you a Coke. theyre Mexicans. and folks interest in fixing things. probably wearing blue cotton panties under. Vaine stiffens like a bone.

Mexico.Is that right? She looks around the room. Oh Lord. Its a subliminal plea for her not to be pathetic. she put away more corn than a truckload of empty Meskins. he says. Then I just keep fucken seeing them; with Betty Pritchard. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. What Im seriously considering.Where had you been? asks Goosens.Dont you let me find them burgers gone.Well.

But then Jesus died. Pam opens the thing out and squints at the writing: Harriss Store. Makes me want to puke and bawl at the same time. Thanks. I guess like brothers or something. Gh-rr. says the barber. is there fuck. And I cant say its going too well. The clerk stops tapping at his keyboard. back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs.

Bradley! says George. a chalk smile that strikes me edge-ways. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. I stay polite. son.Bloop. Which is five blocks from here. I know. She squeezes my hand. says the barber. Hes dressed in a suit and tie. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell.

He talked to you - didnt he. Doris. what? Like.Well thats very public-spirited of them.As he says it. but he wont admit it. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates. a pair of Stetsons wriggle through it. just the way she likes. and kids jumping through sprinklers. Well see about the cause. We couldnt get more than a few words.

In the end it doesnt matter what words you say.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. and frowns at the reporter. where I just happened to be with my bike. until the truth seeps out.Well maybe I better call Hildegard Lasseen and see what they expect. I absorb the maximum number of sniffles before speaking. but Im here with the same problems I went out with this morning. that I cant run out on my ole lady while shes like this. Today Ill give the gun a wipe. like those caring folk you see on TV. someonell paint it for you.