Amsterdam

woke up at the crack of three pm after staying up until six am the night before, dancing at a club. weekends are free so some of us decided to wander around amsterdam, we are here so why not? I saw all the things you're supposed to see...red lights and women in the windows selling their bodies for sex. I smoked some weed in a cramped little cafe, with lots of glowing glass hookas that changed colors, a perfect stoney delight to stare at. Amsterdam really facilitates the pot head...every corner is pastry shop and stalls selling french fries. So naturally I ate a hot chocolate covered waffle and some fries with mayo and curry sauce topped with onions, real good. It is a city of hedonistic delight, all bars and weed cafes and sex everywhere. Theres so many people wandering around the tiny streets and we are all fucked up on something or looking to get fucked up anyway. It was too late by the time we got there to go to any museums which is a drag because thats what I want to see the most. It was good to walk aimlesly and look at the pulsing masses doing whatever it is in their head to do, ride a boat down the canal with a bucket full of beer, eat at a little cafe, pick up a prostitute...you know. One final gift on the train ride home...a drunk young man across the aisle from me unzips and starts peeing in his empty beer can. real classy.