Funny story. Here in the Land Of The Free, you have to go to the pharmacy, provide state ID, and sign the “I’m probably a bad, criminal, meth-cook; but not as cool as Walter White or anything.” registry in order to get the sudafed for your sniffles.
My Sweet, sweet, racemic dextroamphetamine salts, on the other hand? Call ahead to be sure they are ready, $5 at the counter, and have a good evening, sir!
