We all go a little funny when we get on something.

Alcohol is my drug; tobacco and pot aren’t. I see visions on booze, but tobacco only cleans out my sinuses and helps if I’m really, really depressed. I think I do a cigarette a month; three packs of chemical-free tobacco bought on the rez takes care of me for a year.

Pot — I can only take one toke or I’d cough my lungs out in the mud (well, did you think I did it in the HOUSE?) — only calms me down if I’m really upset or agitated. It’s really too painful to take, so it’s not something I do often.

I don’t do booze very often any more; just can’t take it. The hangovers make me want to kill myself; the only reason I don’t is because — well, YOU try to load a Luger while throwing up.