Amsterdam. For a town that professes to be the Drug Capital of the Western World, it can hard to find the stuff. Start with the hash bars. As John Travolta said in Pulp Fiction, “It’s IL-legal for the cops to search you. That’s a right the police actually don’t have.” Well, they sure do now. I didn’t have my passport with me and almost got arrested. Instead, I got her phone number. (she’s off work at midnight.)
But magic mushrooms? Anyone who decided to ban mushrooms must have been on mushrooms. They’ve got the word ‘Magic’ right on them – Who wants to ban magic? That’s like banning Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny, or Any Enjoyment in Life.
And now they make it so that you can’t even smoke in the coffeeshop… Do you know what goes on in the coffeeshop? They don’t sell coffee… (actually, they do. Esperesso and energy drinks. Kill my buzz, please). Keep the Christians out of government and back in the kitchen, where they belong!
