Jack wrote this in November, 2005:
I managed to get home without picking up a carton of smokes from the Rez the other day. Ran through a partial can of Bugler that had been lying around here for just such an emergency, but it spang ran out.
The question is, do I make my decisions, or do smokes make my decisions for me. Am I going to be ruled by habit and drive ten miles down this mountain just for tobacco?
Of course not!
Instead, I’m digging around in the garbage cans and ashtrays for snipes with a little left on the end, rolling up tea, coffee grounds testing them for smokability.
I’m not a man gonna be ruled by stupid habits.