[AK Infinity]

I walked back to my hotel with my brain going a million miles and hour. I knew I would be giving them perhaps too short of a notice and that the odds I could keep my room for an additional set of days was a long shot, but what they hell. I liked the hotel I was staying in mainly because it was in a good location to connect to any part of the city and also because it had such lovely ladies behind the desk. Like I said before, Dutch women literally take the strength out of my knees.

There wasn't anyone at the desk so I waited. The hotel offered a complimentary breakfast in the restaurant area but I never came down to eat it. I ate in my room, I like to have food around when I blaze and I was blazing around the fucking clock so you get the picture or do the math. One of the ladies I'd been seeing around for days interrupted her breakfast to come help me. I asked her about keeping my room for a few extra days and the look that appeared across her face was unmistakable, I wasn't going to get jack shit. She said that there was nothing available but she had a "friend" that she could check with about a room if I didn't care if it had stars. FUCK THAT DOLL!

I declined her offer and hit the streets.

My new digs.

I was nestled in a quaint little alley by a bakery and Coffeeshop.
(Yum fresh doughnuts!)

I had no idea where I was going stay but I extended to myself a bit of faith I had left over from making this trip to begin with. I wondered down the streets thinking about my options because I had to notify the airline of my desire to change my departure date, which would cost more money. I was getting it from every direction because I was spending a lot of money on hashish and weed too. I searched for several hours with worry working working through me until I saw some strange glimmer, some weird reflection, a mirage of substance. I'd found a room, no, a bit more than that an apartment with a shower I could fit a horse in. [I don't want to talk about the process itself, that's too fucking boring. I got a room that's all that matters.]

I headed back to Lost in Amsterdam, I still hadn't managed to do any writing that day and it was due. I stopped at another shop and bought a nug of "NYC Diesel," to bust up when I got there. I'm a glass man by nature or whatever, so I like to hear bubbling about every other few minutes or so but I got seriously addicted to joints in the Dam. It got to the point where I started to feel naked when I didn't have a joint in my hand. [Note: I know it sounds like I've been smoking a lot of weed, but my God dear blades and Jesus to boot, I did, I seriously fucking did.]

Fuck, it felt as natural as the curve of a woman's waist. I was ready to end this Cup shit once and for all.