[AK Infinity]

On the day I was to travel to Amsterdam I arrived at the airport several hours before my flight was scheduled to depart. I had a few nervous jitters but my thoughts and whole intent were on all of the cannabis I was going to smoke. I'd read about past HighTimes events with envy so this was going to be my first real foray into this counterculture world that I've been part of for a few years now.

As I've said before or haven't this isn't the first time I've been out of the country, so I wasn't too worried about that part of it, I was more worried that the weed was going to be shitty more than anything else. I'd spent several weeks prior to my trip upping the dosages of marijuana I'm used to, so that I wouldn't get blown away once I got there. Oh yeah, if I didn't mention it I took the journey alone, which is a completely different traveling animal. It's one thing to have refuge amongst traveling companions and quite another to have to rely on your own scruples and drive to navigate. I guess that's just how I roll. It's only so long you can slow yourself down waiting for others to catch up before you just choose to move on alone.

I went through all of the airport checkpoints with no trouble whatsoever. It left me with an hour or so to kill before boarding so I sat around and watched people. Some were obviously bound for the Cup with their various garb and hair color, while others for connecting flights to other exotic locales. But what you come to notice is that everyone has a story of some kind draped around their necks or embroidered in their clothing. I felt my status as part of the American organism dissolving into the Global village. It makes you feel smaller than hell, but glad to be a part of the process anyway.

In the middle of my trance I clearly hear the words Northwest Airlines #34 non-stop to Amsterdam...