have somebody say you didnât really feel awful when you did? That you shouldnât feel bad when you were eatinâ dirt? You think âawfulâ is one thing, they tell you itâs another? Ever have somebody tell you they were whackinâ on you because they loved you?â
âSure, that happens to everybody.â
âDoes that sound like the right meaninâ for âloveâ? How do you like it when that happens?â
âI hate it,â Shelly said. âSo what?â
âWhy do you hate it?â
âI just do.â
âWell let me tell you why I hate it,â Mr. Nak said. âI hate it because I hate people tellinâ me how I feel or how Iâm supposed to feel; tellinâ me whatâs inside me ainât real, because it makes the truth feel wrong, anâ I gotta feel like a dumbshit for beinâ wrong all the time.â He pounded his chest. âThis is me inside here. Anâ nobody but this Japanese cowboy gets to name that or putmeaninâ to it. Anâ I hated it a lot more when I was a kid because now I know why theyâre tellinâ me that, but then I thought if I was supposed to feel one way anâ I felt another, then somethinâ was wrong with me. Anâ I hated takinâ what was wrong with me out on the road for ever one to see.â
Now he sat forward, like he was somehow looking each of us in the heart, and said, âAnâ like Shuja or Elvis, when somebodyâd catch a glimpse of that weak part of me, I kicked his ass, or at least I tried real hard, because it made me hate myself anâ thatâs the worst feelinâ of all.â He leaned even farther forward. âYâall remember that. Self-hate is the worst feelinâ of them all .â He backed off a bit. âFeelins are real, folks. Anâ nobody gets to identify yours but you. Now what you do with those feelins is another thing, anâ thatâs why weâre here.â
A lot of what he said rang true to how I felt while Redmond mimicked my name the day he booted me, Lar, almost as if he were trying to make me ashamed of who I was: Iâm going to be enough of a friend, Beau-re-gard , to tell you that if you keep heading in the direction youâre heading, blah, blah, blah. Is it not true, Beau-re-gard , that the day you missed my assignment, blah, blah, blah. I mean, the guy was trashing me, and it worked. I hatedmyself for not being smart enough to stay out of his way. I felt like my name was stupid, which should have had nothing to do with the original problem: that I hadnât done my homework.
I actually started to say that, but Iâm not real comfortable in the group yetâpart of me still thinks I donât really belong thereâand besides, Hudgie started spinning out. âWorst feeling of all,â he says, talking to whoever bounced up behind his eyelids. âWorst feeling of all. âHudge, you damn well know better! Gonna hafta do this for your own good. Doinâ it for your own good.â Ssssss! Ssssss! âDoinâ this for your own good, Hudge.â Ssssss! Worst feeling of all. Thatâs right, baby, worst feeling.â
Usually everyone laughs when Hudge gets on a roll, but nobody laughed now. None of us even knew what he was talking about, but tears squirted between his clenched eyelids like water out the back of an ancient washing machine wringer. Shuja whispered, âOooh, man! Homeyâs feelinâ some weak shit.â Then he looked up at Mr. Nak and said, âYou best be bringinâ him outta that, Mr. Nak,â and Mr. Nak said, âMakes you uneasy, donâ it, Shu?â
â Damn uneasy. Now come on, Mr. Nak, bring him on out.â
Mr. Nak stood up and walked around behind Shujaand laid his hand real easy on Shujaâs shoulder and said, âItâs okay, Shu. I think olâ Hudge needs to dump off a few of them tears. Might jusâ
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