There was an obvious, inexpressable joy.
Absynthe.
The PLUG, and Sander.
Somewhere around Reykjavik it got absolutely insane.
Amsterdam is home to many drug addled American
bums, begging for their next fix. The steel toes
of our construction boots are all this hobo got from us.
Paying a guilder to use the toilet is the craziest
thing about this city.
Amsterdam is made of bicycles.
It was.
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