"Beers in supermarkets in Utah is weak. Three points instead of the normal six points of alcohol.It's the religious influence, and it's a pain in the ass. To me, it makes no sense. If you've got alcohol, you've got alcohol. So why three instead of six? You know a drunk's just gonna drink twice as many beers to get drunk. So not only do you have a drunk on your hands...but you got a drunk who's fat and gross. There's nothing worse. So if you want real beer, you have two choices:
A, the state-run liquor store. You see, you can buy regular beer here. There are all of three stores in Salt Lake City to buy it. And their hours suck. Oppression. Also, these were the only places to buy any alcohol outside of private clubs.Who can afford those, except for guys like my dad? You could get whiskey, gin, wine. Here's where they kept it. And here's the worst part. See, this teller is not just a teller. He's a cop. This guy right there, he's a fucking cop. So we buy a beer, and this guy's callin' a squad car to follow us home. 'Cause one look at us, and he knows, "Gosh, those guys are gonna be trouble." Now, Bob and I may not be innocent...but we are usually pretty law-abiding, usually. On this occasion, we had done absolutely nothing wrong. We looked suspicious, yes,
but in all the years of pre-law...I uncovered a lot of contradictions in the system...but I had found nothing that told me looking suspicious...was a crime in and of itself. But this was not about the law. This was about rednecks. So the battle continued. Who's to blame 'em? The cops were rednecks, our mortal enemies...worse than mods, rockers or posers. So we took our beatings when we could. But in this complex world of fascism that was Utah state policy...we had only one choice if we wanted real beer.
Choice B, Wyoming. The state line was one hour and one half...a short ride to Evanston, Wyoming...where you could get booze like a free man...like boozers used to go to Canada for the poison during Prohibition."
You should watch that movie sometime. Or just move to Utah, ski pow, and forget about it like offtrail suggested.