The sheriff was yelling at us, but he had no aim. The problem was not the weed, but our junior high drug dealer. Supply and demand. There is no source of income in this town, no cash crop, no tourists, no big enterprises, no guarantees for success. The only resources the reservation has to work with are depression, poverty, and boredom.
Business is open.
All the elements are there for the makings of a booming drug industry. Doing drugs on the Makah Reservation is like inheriting the family business. It may not have been your dream, but it's the path you're on. You might as well walk it. Like a mom and pop shop, the problem is so deeply rooted that it will just get passed on to the next generation.