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She stretches over the bench and lowers her voice. 'One more thing
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I'd seriously consider expanding on this, ehm - bowel thing.'
'Thank you, ma'am.'
I'll be damned. I burrow through the mess of onlookers and float out of the courthouse into the sun, just like that. Reporters buzz around me like flies at a shit-roast. I'm full of feelings, but not the ones I dreamed of. Instead of true joy, I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday, the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. Security they fucken call it. Watch out for that shit. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. I even get a wave of gratitude for the judge - go fucken figure. I mean, Judge Gurie's been good to me, but - expand on the bowel thing? - I don't fucken think so.
'How do we find your turds?' they'd ask. 'Why,' I'd say, 'my logs are over there, in the den behind the bushes - right there, next to the goddam gun y'all are looking for.' To be honest, the gun ain't such a big deal. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. Thinking about it brings a whole new set of waves. I decide to ignore them, for my own safety. You just can't afford waves when you have to be in Mexico by daybreak.
The Mercury sits with two doors open, dripping ants all over Gurie Street. Mrs Binney, the florist, almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. Mrs Binney doesn't wave today. She pretends not to see me. Instead she watches Abdini decoy some reporters on the steps, and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas' front porch.
'We happy we allow home to continue our young life,' says Abdini, like he's me, or we're fucken brothers or something. 'And we cantinue inbestigation into whappen that terryball day …'
I got me some learnings in court, I have to say. The way everybody acts, court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie, a bite of that show. The one where the kid gets cancer, and everybody speaks haltingly. The one where the rookie cop decides whether to be a bag-man for bribes, or to blow his crusty partner's cover. I personally wouldn't recommend playing that one, though; everybody ends up being on the take, like even the mayor. And don't fucken ask what show I got stuck with. 'America's Dumbest Assholes' or something. 'Ally McBowel.'
The Mercury bitches under Pam's sandals. That's because she uses both pedals at once. 'No point having a brake pedal if your foot's a mile away on the other side of the car,' she'll tell you if you ever bring it up. I only brought it up once. 'Might as well throw the darned pedal out the door.' Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. I see the TV pictures in my mind, the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury.
'But, what kind of meals did you get?' asks Pam.ugg boots outlet
'Regular stuff.'
'But like, what? Like, pork 'n' beans? Did you get dessert?'
'Not really.'
'Oh Lord.''And are you?' He gets ready to chuckle, like it's obvious I ain't. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas, but looking at Ole Mother Goosens just makes me want to tell him how I really feel, which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes.
'I guess it ain't up to me to say,' I tell him. It doesn't seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. As I catch his eye, I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. 'See, first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican, then because he was weird, but I stood by him, I thought friendship was a sacred thing - then it all went to hell, and now I'm being punished for it, they're twisting every regular little fact to fit my guilt …'
Goosens raises a hand, and smiles gently. 'Alrighty, let's see what we can discover. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process, in good faith, we won't have a problem at all. Now, tell me - how do you feel about what's happened?'
'Just wrecked. Wrecked dead away. And now everybody's calling me the psycho, I know they are.'
'Why do you think they might be doing that?'
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'A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?'
'Well, no, I mean - my friend Jesus ain't around, in person, to take any blame. He did all the shooting, I was just a witness, not even involved at all.' Goosens searches my face, and makes a note in his file.
'Alrighty. What can you tell me about your family life?'
'It's just regular.' Goosens holds his pen still, and looks at me. He knows he just found a major bug up my ass.
'The file notes that you live with your mother. What can you tell me about that relationship?'
'Uh, it's just - regular.' The whole subject drags a www.topuggbootsoutlet.net
major tumor out of my ass, don't fucken ask me why. It just lies there on the floor, throbbing, glistening with gut-slime. Goosens even leans back in his chair, to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life.
'No brothers?' he asks, wisely steering east. 'No uncles, or - other male influences in your familial network?'
'Not really,' I say.
'But you had - friends …?' My eyes drop to the floor. He sits quiet for a moment, then reaches over to rest a hand on my leg. 'Believe me, Jesus touched me too - the whole affair touched me deeply. If you're able, tell me what happened that day.'
I try to dodge the spike of panic you get when you hear yourself fixing to bawl. 'Things had already started when I got back.'
'Where had you been?' asks Goosens.
'I got held up, running an errand.'
'Vernon, you're not on trial here - please be specific.'
'I needed the bathroom on the way back from an errand Mr Nuckles sent me on.'
'The school bathroom?'
'No.'
'You took a leak outside school?' He leans his head over, as if the information might splat in his face.
'Uh - not a leak, actually.'
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'Sometimes I can be kind of unpredictable.'
Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things. This would never happen to Van Damme. Heroes never shit. They only fuck and kill.
A shine comes to Goosens's eyes. 'You told the court this?'
'Hell no.'
He blinks and folds his arms. 'Forgive me, but - forensically, doesn't a fresh stool, situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated, you know.'
'I guess that's right, huh?' You can tell Goosens is giving me extra service. He's only supposed to suck information for the court, but here he is, prepared to take a chance and give me a revelation along the way. He clamps his lips tight, to hit home the significance of it all. Then his eyes fall.
'I hear you say you're kind of - unpredictable?'
'It's no big deal,' I draw circles on the floor with a Nike.
'Is it a diagnosed condition - sphincter weakness, or suchlike?'
'Nah. Anyway, I almost don't get it anymore.'
Goosens runs his tongue over his upper lip. 'Alrighty, so tell me - do you like girls, Vernon?'
'Sure.'
'Can you name a girl you like?'
'Taylor Figueroa.'
He chews his lip, and makes a note in the file. 'Have you had physical contact with her?'
'Kind of.'
'What do you remember most about your contact with her?'
'Her smell, I guess.'
Goosens frowns into the file, and makes another entry. Then he sits back. UGG Bailey Button Triplet
'Vernon - have you ever felt attraction towards another boy? Or a man?'
'No way.'
'Alrighty. Let's see what we can discover.'
He reaches for the stereo and presses 'Play'. A military drum beats out, softly at first, but growing in power, threatening, like a bear coming out of a cave, or a bear going into the cave, and you're in the fucken cave.
'Gustav Holst,' says Goosens. 'The Planets - Mars. This'll rouse some glory in a boy's soul.' He walks to the bed and smacks it with the flat of his hand. The powerdime takes a reckless shift.
'Get undressed for me, please, and come lie up here.'
'Un-dressed?'
'Sure - to finish the exam. We psychiatrists are medical doctors first, you know - don't confuse us with your everyday psychologists.'
He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; UGG Classic Tall
light filters hot onto his cheeks. Folding my Calvin Kleins takes a while, in order to stop loose change falling from the pocket. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriff's office. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. Goosens points at my underwear.
'Off, please.'
I'd seriously consider expanding on this, ehm - bowel thing.'
'Thank you, ma'am.'
I'll be damned. I burrow through the mess of onlookers and float out of the courthouse into the sun, just like that. Reporters buzz around me like flies at a shit-roast. I'm full of feelings, but not the ones I dreamed of. Instead of true joy, I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday, the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. Security they fucken call it. Watch out for that shit. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. I even get a wave of gratitude for the judge - go fucken figure. I mean, Judge Gurie's been good to me, but - expand on the bowel thing? - I don't fucken think so.
'How do we find your turds?' they'd ask. 'Why,' I'd say, 'my logs are over there, in the den behind the bushes - right there, next to the goddam gun y'all are looking for.' To be honest, the gun ain't such a big deal. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. Thinking about it brings a whole new set of waves. I decide to ignore them, for my own safety. You just can't afford waves when you have to be in Mexico by daybreak.
The Mercury sits with two doors open, dripping ants all over Gurie Street. Mrs Binney, the florist, almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. Mrs Binney doesn't wave today. She pretends not to see me. Instead she watches Abdini decoy some reporters on the steps, and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas' front porch.
'We happy we allow home to continue our young life,' says Abdini, like he's me, or we're fucken brothers or something. 'And we cantinue inbestigation into whappen that terryball day …'
I got me some learnings in court, I have to say. The way everybody acts, court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie, a bite of that show. The one where the kid gets cancer, and everybody speaks haltingly. The one where the rookie cop decides whether to be a bag-man for bribes, or to blow his crusty partner's cover. I personally wouldn't recommend playing that one, though; everybody ends up being on the take, like even the mayor. And don't fucken ask what show I got stuck with. 'America's Dumbest Assholes' or something. 'Ally McBowel.'
The Mercury bitches under Pam's sandals. That's because she uses both pedals at once. 'No point having a brake pedal if your foot's a mile away on the other side of the car,' she'll tell you if you ever bring it up. I only brought it up once. 'Might as well throw the darned pedal out the door.' Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. I see the TV pictures in my mind, the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury.
'But, what kind of meals did you get?' asks Pam.ugg boots outlet
'Regular stuff.'
'But like, what? Like, pork 'n' beans? Did you get dessert?'
'Not really.'
'Oh Lord.''And are you?' He gets ready to chuckle, like it's obvious I ain't. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas, but looking at Ole Mother Goosens just makes me want to tell him how I really feel, which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes.
'I guess it ain't up to me to say,' I tell him. It doesn't seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. As I catch his eye, I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. 'See, first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican, then because he was weird, but I stood by him, I thought friendship was a sacred thing - then it all went to hell, and now I'm being punished for it, they're twisting every regular little fact to fit my guilt …'
Goosens raises a hand, and smiles gently. 'Alrighty, let's see what we can discover. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process, in good faith, we won't have a problem at all. Now, tell me - how do you feel about what's happened?'
'Just wrecked. Wrecked dead away. And now everybody's calling me the psycho, I know they are.'
'Why do you think they might be doing that?'
'They need a skate-goat, they want to hang somebody high.'uggs uk
'A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?'
'Well, no, I mean - my friend Jesus ain't around, in person, to take any blame. He did all the shooting, I was just a witness, not even involved at all.' Goosens searches my face, and makes a note in his file.
'Alrighty. What can you tell me about your family life?'
'It's just regular.' Goosens holds his pen still, and looks at me. He knows he just found a major bug up my ass.
'The file notes that you live with your mother. What can you tell me about that relationship?'
'Uh, it's just - regular.' The whole subject drags a www.topuggbootsoutlet.net
major tumor out of my ass, don't fucken ask me why. It just lies there on the floor, throbbing, glistening with gut-slime. Goosens even leans back in his chair, to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life.
'No brothers?' he asks, wisely steering east. 'No uncles, or - other male influences in your familial network?'
'Not really,' I say.
'But you had - friends …?' My eyes drop to the floor. He sits quiet for a moment, then reaches over to rest a hand on my leg. 'Believe me, Jesus touched me too - the whole affair touched me deeply. If you're able, tell me what happened that day.'
I try to dodge the spike of panic you get when you hear yourself fixing to bawl. 'Things had already started when I got back.'
'Where had you been?' asks Goosens.
'I got held up, running an errand.'
'Vernon, you're not on trial here - please be specific.'
'I needed the bathroom on the way back from an errand Mr Nuckles sent me on.'
'The school bathroom?'
'No.'
'You took a leak outside school?' He leans his head over, as if the information might splat in his face.
'Uh - not a leak, actually.'
'You had a bowel movement, outside school? At the time of the tragedy?'UGG Bailey Button
'Sometimes I can be kind of unpredictable.'
Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things. This would never happen to Van Damme. Heroes never shit. They only fuck and kill.
A shine comes to Goosens's eyes. 'You told the court this?'
'Hell no.'
He blinks and folds his arms. 'Forgive me, but - forensically, doesn't a fresh stool, situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated, you know.'
'I guess that's right, huh?' You can tell Goosens is giving me extra service. He's only supposed to suck information for the court, but here he is, prepared to take a chance and give me a revelation along the way. He clamps his lips tight, to hit home the significance of it all. Then his eyes fall.
'I hear you say you're kind of - unpredictable?'
'It's no big deal,' I draw circles on the floor with a Nike.
'Is it a diagnosed condition - sphincter weakness, or suchlike?'
'Nah. Anyway, I almost don't get it anymore.'
Goosens runs his tongue over his upper lip. 'Alrighty, so tell me - do you like girls, Vernon?'
'Sure.'
'Can you name a girl you like?'
'Taylor Figueroa.'
He chews his lip, and makes a note in the file. 'Have you had physical contact with her?'
'Kind of.'
'What do you remember most about your contact with her?'
'Her smell, I guess.'
Goosens frowns into the file, and makes another entry. Then he sits back. UGG Bailey Button Triplet
'Vernon - have you ever felt attraction towards another boy? Or a man?'
'No way.'
'Alrighty. Let's see what we can discover.'
He reaches for the stereo and presses 'Play'. A military drum beats out, softly at first, but growing in power, threatening, like a bear coming out of a cave, or a bear going into the cave, and you're in the fucken cave.
'Gustav Holst,' says Goosens. 'The Planets - Mars. This'll rouse some glory in a boy's soul.' He walks to the bed and smacks it with the flat of his hand. The powerdime takes a reckless shift.
'Get undressed for me, please, and come lie up here.'
'Un-dressed?'
'Sure - to finish the exam. We psychiatrists are medical doctors first, you know - don't confuse us with your everyday psychologists.'
He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; UGG Classic Tall
light filters hot onto his cheeks. Folding my Calvin Kleins takes a while, in order to stop loose change falling from the pocket. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriff's office. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. Goosens points at my underwear.
'Off, please.'
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