OK, I'm really pissed off. Right now, I can drive half a block and buy multiple bottles of liquor and several packs of cigarettes, and if I'm lucky, the man behind the counter will ask me for my ID and I will demur and feel flattered, harkening back to when I was 17 and wielding my fake Alvarado street license and was thrilled to be the one who brought back the Boone's Farm so we could all do shots in the park to the tune of Bush's "Glycerine."
But why the fuck can I not buy an 8 ball and an ounce of pot and a few tablets of e instead of this pint of Stoli? No reason. It's all relative. Who decided this?
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