midfuckepiphany

man, i did the most awesome shrooms last week. these things were intense; probably some of the most intense tripping ive ever done (and ive done a lot). i ate em in my hotel room in dusseldorf about mid afternoon, and holy shit, the next 6.5 hours were like something out of loony tune land. at one point i looked out my 7th floor window at a factory with a smokestack off in the distance, and this thing literally turned into like a big ocean ship and started heading right for me. at another point, there were all these massive worms coming out of the walls, and hovering around my face. but they were beautiful. they were the most amazing colors, and kind of this smokey, paisley design in constant morph. then i held out my hand, like, gimme some skin, man, and the worm slapped me five.

you know youre tripping hard when you start interacting with your illusions -- and they actually interact back. and this stuff was so fucking pure that there was absolutely no negative come-down effects. this drug just picked me up, showed me what it was going to show me, and then put me back down again. thats amsterdam for ya. while the rest of the world has been toiling away in the tortured state of semi-denial called the drug war, the amsterdamers have been perfecting the art of head.



amsterdam, yes. one of the days i was in dusseldorf, i took the train over to amsterdam to score some quality dope. and quality it was. i always go to the same places in amsterdam. for my shrooms, i go to Conscious Dreams in the Red Light district. for my weed, i go to this place:



its called Hunters, also in the Red Light district. i dont know if those are the two best places in amsterdam, but i like em and theyre right by the train station, and since im often just hopping off the train for a few hours, the proximity works in their favor. plus i like the vibes in those places.

but yeah, after sucking down a couple of beers at Hunters, i rolled a spliff (the weed id bought in Hunters was some strain they called on the menu Heaven Haze. i think it was like 50 euro for five grams.) and man, after taking only about five hits off that i was so fucking baked it was scary. have you ever been so fucking high that you like dont know what the hell is going on around you? i tried walking it off around town, but the more i walked the higher i got. i started to get really paranoid about missing my train, so my last hour in amsterdam was spent on the train platform baked out of my mind, listening to music, and trying to stay focused on the conscious world. haha. thats glamour. even now i cant believe i was able to get on the right train and then stumble my way back to my hotel room in dusseldorf in that condition.

other than that, dusseldorf was nice, it was my first time there. i like german towns for some reason. theres always a laid back vibe. the weather was gorgeous, and there was a nice area with a lot of outdoor bars:



and then there was this weird protest:



the bar tender said it was doctors protesting for the usual: more money, less work.

dusseldorf had some cool stores in it too, and i got some cool gear. like these shoes:



and this hat:



see, its got this wicked chinese silk lining:



how pimp is that?

oh yeah, and at one point i was looking around in this punk record shop, and in the small dvd section, stuck right between GG Allin and the Exploited was a bootleg Suicide Girls dvd. i thougnt that was pretty cool.

oh yeah, and on the big story thing from my last entry: while i was in dusseldorf, the situation i was writing about kind of morphed into something else, so ultimately the story wasnt as big/risky as it first looked. probably for the best.

bbye dusseldorf



oh yeah, and i was able to smuggle back to the US the rest of my awesome amsterdam dank, so im looking at at least a week of being in bake heaven.

* long toke *

peace