Ahhhh Amsterdam.....
A friend and I with only about about 3 hours to spare before our flight home from Amsterdam, decided to enjoy the 'delights' of the great Amsterdam coffee house.

Being complete virgins at buying weed legally, we looked like total morons while buying it, marvelling at all the different types, etc.

Anyway, we rolled a fattie and started a game of chess. About 5 mins into it, my friend began to play erratically (leaving his Queen exposed -tsk), and then promptly turned blue. Through my chemical haze I was starting to size this up as a bad sign when he grabbed his coat and ran outside.

My immediate reaction was not to follow my friend to find out if he was still breathing, but to throw the rest of the weed into my purse, thinking 'waste not, want not'.

I found him chunderring down a dodgy alleyway. He continued to do this all the way to the train station to the airport.

Not feeling too peppy and in-focus myself, I don't know how we made it to the airport, but somehow we stumbled upon it.

As we were about to go through the security gate I remembered the weed in my purse. I ran to the loo and found it had spilt out of the baggie in little fragrant bits all through my purse. I tried to empty it down the loo, but spent the whole rest of the trip deep in a mega paranoid delusion, with my bag clutched suspiciously to my side, afraid I was about to be attacked by sniffer dogs at every turn.
(Peelmytangerines, Fri 15 Oct 2004, 19:52, Reply)