The way I remember it the tribe got paid some huge amount.””That’s what they said to him. He said, What can you pay for the way a man lives? He said, What can you pay...

I don’t seem able to get it straight in my mind….

You’re making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You’re not crazy the way they think. Yes…I see…

Then the weeks rolled by in a sinister psych ward haze filled with white-coated orderlies and rocking whack-job patients torn straight from some old Jack Nicholson film, all anti-psychotic meds and padded lonely cells…