OUTSIDE A SHABBY two-story office building on Nicollet Avenue, a friendly discussion has erupted. "I have chewed khat. My uncle used to sell khat. My father chewed khat. It is not a drug," insists Said, an Eritrean. "I never saw my father get crazy or hurt anyone." Abdikarim Osman Ugas, a UM English graduate student from Somalia, disagrees. "I've seen grown men cry when they can't get khat," he argues. "If it's not a drug, why do they pay $30 or... More >>>