"No!" The word was almost a shout, frayed at the edges, breaking. "I drink, yeah, and I smoke--cigarettes--but I don't do drugs, Marcus! I'm not a fucking idiot, I had enough of drugs when they locked me up, I don't do that!"
Kessie's hands shook, clutching the phone. "Besides which if you know of some sort of home brewed dissociative that makes me feel totally normal during the day but a fucking lizard at night, two days in a row, I'd love to know about it!"