You think you know me. You've driven my roads, walked my parks, and smoked under my overpasses. But I know you too.I know which Spokane alleyways you should walk down and which you should avoid. I know what is stored in the old warehouse along the tracks and whose fingerprints disturb the thick dust. I know why the Freeman High School pumpkin tradition stopped. I know what the old folks mean when they say you should avoid the crick at night.I've been listening to your foots...