Cletus' First Collegiate Dictionary of Japanese Chin Music
Nama Fera
Twin brothers Toby and Glen wore their purple and gold lettermen jackets to Tokyo. It was a long ways from Missoula, and in the no-moon darkness they felt like kings of another planet. Twelve steps down a garish, claustrophobic street, Toby, the more squat of the two, was pulled by his gold leather sleeve into a humid foyer. Glen, older by four minutes, did a little sideways hop-step and followed his brother in.
Twenty-four minutes later, they emerged with the biggest pair of rictus grins you’ve ever seen. Fifty-two years later, all it would take was for Toby to shoot his brother a crafty look and say, "Dude, nama fera," and they would snort and jab each other with their bony elbows. Sometimes, a grandkid would ask them what that meant, and Glen – it was always Glen – would say, "Look it up, little man."