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Controlled Substances

Dude, I'm in Salt Lake City.

I was in a full-blown panic because espresso is a Schedule-One drug in Utah, but I was thrilled to see that there's a Duty Free Starbucks at the airport.  Now I'm starting to regret swallowing all those balloons of French Roast. 

UPDATE:

Salt Lake is an awesome city.  It must be the Jazz capitol of the West.  There's a huge church in the middle of town and it has a statue of Louis Armstrong on top. 

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Dude, that is just plain gross!

No one is ever going to accept an invitation to coffee at your house again!

French Roast?!?!? Pansy. (grin)

So there was some sense in moving the New Orleans Jazz there? I just assumed it was silliness (like the lack of lakes in LA).

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