[ 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 .

Wood splintered, fumes rose and lungs breathed deeply. As the crowbar shifted the lid away, and brought with it the nails of prohibition, the rooms eyes were all focused on this gift from the gods. 
 
 It was 2:48 AM, and it was dark, cold and rainy. Those who considered this time their mid-morning, ramping up for a night of delinquency and illegalities, braced themselves for disappointment, and in doing so, found their reward all the more fulfilling. The smell alone was enough to fuel them, but the addiction knew better. The room was filled with all kinds of technology, but the most important machines right now, were the ones that could make water hot. Kettles and coffee machines were brought to the table in the centre of the room, and those who were in charge of the operation were sifting the product through their hands. A couple of people near the crate popped a couple of beans into their mouths and chewed on the gritty outcome. 
 
 Those who were n't part of the smugglers outfit started to get rowdy, as the dark, oily appearance of the contents made them mad with obsession. Security started pushing the crowd back, threatening them with the weapons they had brought for the job, and they mostly died down, apart from the one or two whose insatiable thirst caught the better of them. The Security ensured they were moved away from the cargo. 
 
 A queue was formed, and the mass of hopeful people stood, watching like a dog waiting to be told it is ok to eat his dinner. Those at the front of the room, closest to the crate were already being given their share. Cormac, leant against a wall, slid himself across a few feet as another person at the front of the line left it. Stood behind him was Neil, who tapped Cormac on the shoulder. 
 `` Do you know what they got this time?'' Asked Neil. 
 `` Aye, I hear it's Arabica. Costa Rican.'' 
 
 Neil's eyes darted forward again, staring at the crate in the center of the room. 
 Patience transitioned into an unscratchable itch, and the people at the back of the line started to push. Most people here knew the drill by now. Get in, grab your share and get out. Many would leave empty handed, and many more would be mugged on their way out. The black market was ugly, but it always had been. It just had n't been this commercial before. 
 
 Cormac glanced behind, and saw the commotion of panic and addiction as it forced the crowd to sway under the pressure of those pushing from behind. Things were going south, and he knew it. He just could n't do anything about it. 
 `` Remember when weed was illegal?'' He quizzed Neil. 
 `` Remember? It's like it never stopped being illegal. In fact, I'd prefer it the way it used to be, at least cannabis is easier to grow than coffee.'' 
 Cormac looked behind again `` True, we did n't have to wait for shipments back in the old days, just the harvest.'' 
 
 As he scanned the crowd, Cormac realised that he was already nearing the front of the queue. He could n't see the bottom of the crate, but he could see that the coffee was almost all gone. Those at the back would be just about at breaking point. Civility managed to remain in the room until the crate was at least half empty on most days, today was even better than that. No broken bones, an better than that, no need to close down shop. As he became second in queue, he turned his head once more for a glance at the crowd behind. As he did he noticed a group of about 7 people, detaching from the back of the line. They slipped out the entrance door, and their silhouettes glided past the windows. 
 Cormac nudged Neil and nodded toward the shadows, who were now pushing round the warehouse, towards the exit that those who got their goods were told to leave through. 
 
 Beckoned forward, Cormac stepped up to the crate, his eyes tracing the last figure as it disappeared toward the exit. 
 `` Flask or beans?'' A woman at the crates side asked. 
 Cormac replied beans and held out his wad of cash. The woman grabbed it, flicked through the bills and nodded at a man on her right. He passed Cormac his small bag of beans and ushered him out of the crates vicinity. Cormac knew what was coming, and he hoped Neil did too. After Neil had taken his share, he stepped up along side Cormac, and shoved the small package into his jeans. 
 `` They still out there?'' Neil pondered. 
 `` That depends, do we still have beans on us?'' Cormac replied. 
 The two looked at each other, then stepped toward the back entrance doors.
