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.”
