the people you think are makinâ your life hell.â
âAinât nobody makinâ my life hell,â Elvis says.
âYouâre doinâ that by yourself?â
âMy life ainât hell!â
Nak says, âEye of the beholder.â
âYeah, well, behold someone elseâs life. Iâm sick of this shit.â
âYour choice.â
Bo is tentative. âMr. Nak, how am I supposed to own what I said to Mr. Redmond in a way I can be proud of? I donât mind that I called him that, really, but I mind that I let myself that far out of control. I mean, you just donât go around calling your teacher asshole.â
Shuja laughs. âNot to his face, you donât. Yeah, Mr. Nak, letâs hear you teach this young sewer mouf how to be proud he called his teacher asshole. Now I could find plenty to be proud of, anâ olâ Rock ânâ Roll here probably be all swellinâ up in the chest if he done it, but this boy look like he come from a good home.â
âI didnât say he should be proud of what he done,âMr. Nak says. âI said he should own it in a way he can be proud of. A man makes a mistake, heâs got to be able to stand up and say so. That way he donât get so many of âem stacked on his shoulders they weigh him down.â
Shuja says, âSo how he gonna own it in a way he be proud?â
âName it anâ claim it,â Nak says. âHe can say what he done and why he done it. If he thinks it was a mistake, he can say so. If heâs sorry, he can say that.â
Shuja laughs. âWhat if he ainât sorry? He get to go tell Mr. Redmond that? âMr. Redmond, my man, wish I was sorry I called you what you is, but hey, canât do it, homey.ââ
âProbably makes more difference to the powers that he donât do it again,â Nak says. âYou donât have to say youâre sorry to say youâre gonna cut it out.â
Shuja sits forward. âHow come nobody make Redmond apologize for beinâ an asshole?â
Nak laughs. âEye of the beholder,â he says. âOne manâs asshole is another manâs toilet-seat cover. Sorry, Shu, you come to the wrong place if all you want is justice as you see it.â
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âFinish your piece on Yukon Jackâs?â Lionel Serbousek stands behind Bo, who stares at an emptyword-processing screen.
âNot yet. Canât get an angle. I donât think anybody at this school cares about some stupid triathlon.â
Lion lays a hand on his shoulder. âGood journalism will make them care.â
âIâve been thinking about doing a piece on âAmerican Gladiators.ââ
â Thatâll be an in-depth piece. What the hell is an American Gladiator?â
Bo quickly explains the concept.
âAnd you think people wonât be interested in a triathlon?â
Bo explains why he wants to do a piece on American Gladiators.
âTell you what, lover boy,â Lion says, âyou get me a three-part article on training for Yukon Jackâs, and Iâll consider letting you do a short piece on American Gladiators.â
âYouâll consider letting me do a piece?â
âMake Yukon Jackâs a good one and American Gladiators is in.â
âYouâre on,â Bo says, turning back to the empty screen, staring a moment. Then, âI still need an angle.â
âDo it from a Stotan angle,â Lion says. âThatâll win âem over.â
âWhatâs a Stotan?â
Lion swells at the chest. âYouâre lookinâ at one, lover boy. Find out what Stotan means, and youâll have your angle. Guaranteed.â
CHAPTER 7
Bo gently pumps the brakes as his motherâs Blazer approaches the stoplight at Browne and Sprague in downtown Spokane. Shelly sits relaxed, feet on the dashboard. It is Christmas Eve, and they are in town for