The Lipid Laws

Harvey pointed out a story called Lipidleggin’ that I thoroughly enjoyed:

I look at him with my best puzzled expression. “Just what is it you’re after, friend?”

“Butter and eggs.”

“Nothing unusual about that. Got a whole cabinet full of both behind you there.”

“I’m not looking for that. I didn’t come all the way out here to buy the same shit I can get in the city. I want the real thing.”

“You want the real thing, eh?” I say, meeting his eyes square for the first time. “You know damn well real butter and real eggs are illegal. I could go to jail for carrying that kind of stuff.”

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