Withdrawal: An American Horror Story
It started at exactly 6:00 AM Eastern Time. Somewhere in a damp, coffee-stained cubicle in New York, a bleary-eyed office worker reached for his morning espresso—and found nothing. Not an empty cup. Not a missing lid. Nothing. The entire concept of coffee had vanished. Similar scenes unfolded across the country. From sea to shining sea, millions of groggy Americans stumbled into their kitchens, yanked open cupboards, and blinked at the void where their lifeblood had once been. Keurigs gurgled dry. Starbucks locations collapsed in on themselves like dying stars. Dunkin’ Donuts employees wandered into the streets, eyes hollow, whispering “But first… but first… but first…” before dropping dead on the sidewalk. At 6:05 AM, reports came in that cigarettes no longer existed. Every last pack of Marlboros, every stray cigarette butt in a gas station parking lot— gone. Smokers clawed at their pockets, checking and rechecking their empty packs like desperate gamblers on a losing streak. Gas...