I was a psychic that they were drugging, and they could put me under, and I was being used as a security measure for an airplane that shipped cocaine from Porto Tijuana and Suyo to Santa Marta, Colombia. Hold on, what? I was like 1,200 miles.

What I'll tell you is when I started looking in, what I found was that there was this damn airstrip in Minnesota, and it was bringing in $100 million a month of cocaine.