Cameron left Spokane on US-2 heading for Grand Coulee. Most folks know the name because of the big dam on the Columbia River but few realize that ther...e is really a Grand Coulee that is part of the "scab lands." Fifteen thousand years ago, more or less, glacial ice repeatedly blocked the course of the Clark Fork River, backing a thousand foot deep lake up over the present site of Missoula, Montana and the Bitterroot Valley. Repeatedly this dam broke, releasing the pent up water to scour across. “Pussy,” she sneered. She got to her feet gracefully andturned around. He grabber her by her arm and spun herback so hard that she fell to her knees again. “Get yourhand off me,” she said coldly. “What’s the matter with you?” He was mildly astonished.“Why did you stop?”“Do you really think you could do this to me withoutbeing punished?”“Do you really think you could give orders to yourmaster?” He countered.“Fuck. ” “Mm-hmm,” I nodded, making a note on the paper, “paranoid schizophrenia. There’s no cure, but I do have herbs that can dull the hallucinations.” The young man stared at me for a moment, then cocked his head as though listening to something. He nodded to his imaginary friend, and I made another note on my paper. “You’re not writing my symptoms on that paper,” he said. “Whatever are you talking about?”“You’re drawing a cartoon of me with my shirt off, and a very generous bulge in my pants.” I. Ifigured I was safe now and that the gut with the gun had gone.We were into our third song, when I looked up and saw the guy from thealleyway enter the bar. He seemed to be checking everyone out as hewalked around the bar and tables, and I was pretty sure he was lookingfor me. I was hoping he didn't know exactly what I looked like, becauseit was dark in the ally. Being pretty sure he didn't know that I was inthe band, I kept turning sideways so he couldn't get a good look at myface. While he.