Peyote, 'shrooms, ganja, snow, crank, dust...
All of the above? Simultaneously... ;-)
I wouldn’t even hazard a guess with that woman. When the manager came out of her apartment, shaking his head and saying. “YOUR friend...mumble...call the constable...mumble-grumble...your FRIEND....unintelligible...how you live with her...” I decided that friendship was OUT of the question!
And all I know about her is her name, her car and the fact that she is a chain smoker.