This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Friday, July 23, 2004

Pre joint

I have been here for just over an hour and have checked into a hostel.
I walk around the corner and up a flight of stairs and score some pot
from a store. you buy it from stores here!
I walk back down and walk into the amsterdamn cafe and sit at a table
roll a j and smoke it. I don't think I will ever go home.
What time is it? Time to get high

Post joint
Well that was fucked. Talked to some strange american dudes that are all
fucked up from the green. They were retarded. Walk back to the hostel
realising that all my shit is in my room, with some random dude I
haven't even met yet.
I go and check he's not there nothin is disturbed. I am becoming super
paro.
Talking to the hostle chick totally snapped me back into reality.
A crack head walks in and the cambie dude almost punched her. It was
sweet. After I am done this beer I buy a camera.
The broken claw game is quaint. I want to play but there is no glass.
Must have been a fight here last night.
This place is a bit strange but it should all work out well.
Or is that just the beer talking?

Good day.

tonytheallnightpony

killed softly at 7/23/2004 03:28:00 PM

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