[ WP ] In a unanimous decision , the US Supreme Court decided to label caffeine a Schedule I drug . Describe the fallout to this decision and the United States post caffeine illegality .

I stood in the dark alley as a cold rain fell in torrents. I felt sick, my hands were shaking again and the smell of the city wafted under my nose without notice. I did n't care anymore. There was so much I did n't care for anymore I knew I was never going to be the same. 
 
 It was dark and cold as I leaned against a brick wall to steady myself. My head was swimming and the dizziness was swallowing me again. I leaned my head back and felt the cold rain fall on my face taking me back to better times. 
 
 I remember the time before the re-classification, when the world was a more normal place. When things made sense. 
 
 Back then I could go anywhere and get a fix, Starbucks were on every corner. Back in 2015 I could go to any gas station, any office and just pour myself a cup of Joe. Back before this so called age of `` sensibility''. 
 
 It had started innocently enough, a few non-profit organizations and foundations started by millennials and a handful of health organizations. They started slowly enough, criticizing the obesity in America. Then came the attacks on chubby school children. 
 
 They started chipping away on the small things. Fat intake, transfats, cane sugar. The world started changing and most of us did n't realize it was happening. They got more followers, gained more momentum, found more funding and they just kept going. They were buying politicians and challenging the corporations. They were kooks at first, but within a few years they were the mainstream. 
 
 Before long strange ballots and bills were appearing, attacking gluten based foods. Then high fructose corn syrup, ephedrine and then caffeine. By then it was too late. They had too much power on capitol hill, too many long term medical studies. The president was a vegan so I should have known they were going to get what they wanted. 
 
 Then it happened. 
 
 Bill 909-B went before the US Supreme Court and despite the money, the lobbyists and the billion dollars worth of campaigns funds we lost. The day of `` sensibility'' had come. 
 
 There had been riots, mostly backed by Pepsi Co. employees. The world watched as the snack and beverage industries collapsed over night. Many people were laid off, wide spread panic set in. Columbia put up international demonstrations. American citizens began to move into Mexico at a unprecedented rate. I was in a Starbucks when the law came to shut it down. 
 
 In the end it was madness. The floors covered in garbage, the windows broken. People were shooting guns outside as the police came with chains. We were lined up outside around the block paying $ 30 dollars for a latte with a double shot. People were looting the grocery stores. People were dying for a red can of folgers instant coffee. It had become madness. 
 
 I heard foot steps approaching and saw my connection, a skinny guy named `` Larry Legs'' who was a known dealer in the Burroughs. I could see his pale face in the darkness, beady eyes and a slender smile pursed across thin lips. He wore a dark long coat and clutched a package under his arms. I could could smell the Arabica beans. 
 
 `` You got the money?'' he whispered as he approached me looking over his shoulder. 
 
 `` Yes.'' I said, pulling out a wad of crumpled up twenties. `` You got it? The dark roast blend? 10 cup right?'' 
 
 He peered over his shoulder and I could see the handle of a gun stashed in his coat. He looked back at me with hungry eyes. `` 10 cup, but the price has gone up. It's two hundred now.'' he said flatly. 
 
 `` What?!? What kind of bullshit is this Larry?'' I spat. I had only brought $ 150. I stammered in the rain, `` I can buy crack cocaine for less than that...... what can I get for $ 150?'' 
 
 `` Nothing. I told you, a 10 cup is $ 200!'' he said, a anger brewing behind his cold eyes. 
 
 I spit at this feet and tried to grab the package. I was n't going home empty handed. I had creamer and sugar waiting for me in my apartment back home. I was n't about to let it go to waste. A tiny cup of half and half was twenty dollars. 
 
 He cursed, we struggled in the dark alley. I had the shakes and my vision was blurry. We wrestled and rolled along the brick wall. I had my hands on the package, I could feel the beans inside. I got excited. 
 
 Suddenly I heard two bright POPS! Flashes illuminated in the alley and I could hear sirens in the distance. I felt a hot sensation in my chest as I fell to the ground. I collapsed on the cold wet ground and I could hear Larry's footsteps fall in dark pools that quickly grew distant. 
 
 All I wanted was a drink, just a good old fashioned cup of black joe. Now I was dying in a dark alley, dreaming of a different age. So much for this age of so-called sensibility. There was no sense about it.
