I'm back:
whitey experience was in Amsterdam. For background, I was there playing in a sports tournament and staying with a host, who lent me their bicycle. They have little major crime BUT about 30% of all bikes are stolen each year, plus a lot of pickpockets and other theft-- WTF. This will come into play later
I had gotten my buddy high for the first time in his life earlier mit der Verdampfer vape at a coffee shop. When asked how he felt, he said he really didn't feel any different, giggle, giggle, laughter......
Another day I headed out solo on the bike for a world famous coffee shop. Head in and get the Volcano to try out. Volcano virgin so the owner gives me the "how to" talk. I had some wonderful Amnesia Haze. Later, after replaying this I looked up Am Haze and it is listed as possible psychedelic effects.
I'm loading in the Volcano chamber which looks like the friken Grand Canyon compared to my miniVAP basket. Live it up in the Dam---so I'm putting in way more than usual. I'm bad! The owner leans over to see what I've loaded and in the most degrading tone in any language says " Pfffft, puuut sum in der" !!!
I tell her ---"but I'm a real lightweight". Then I get "THE LOOK". Ok, OK I'll put some more in there so the Grand Canyon gets more Amnesia Haze.
I proceed to work on 3 bags and halfway thru the third, it just hits me like a ton of bricks.
I beckon the owner and tell her I feel bad, really really bad and I won't be finishing the bag.
What should I do? They immediately get me a sugary sweet drink to chug. Their universal cure is cram that sugar. I proceed to feel worse and worse and worse. I'm like I should maybe go sit on the comfy couch but I cannot move one step. I'm thinking what if someone said here's a $100 to walk across the shop. Cannot do it. I am hard of hearing but suddenly can hear all 20 conversations going on there at once, and sort of understand them all. I'm thinking how bad is it? Well I'm feeling like I'm probably over the line where I need medical attention, this is bad. Fluck, I don't have my host's phone number or address, to call them for help.
They say fresh air --so carry me out front to sit where I cannot even hold my head upright. My chin is on my chest. People walking by are gawking and fondling my backpack. I feel farther over the line on needing help but resist.
They escort/carry me back to the big couch inside where it goes on and on for almost 2 hours. Then, still feeling totally wiped, I look up from this couch ( the only place in the coffee shop that could possibly see this out the narrow front door) and I slowly realize that that's my loaned bike, across the street...... with a guy draped over it, attempting to remove the lock AND STEAL IT.
NOOOOO-- it took every ounce of something to suddenly spring up and charge out the door and across the street. I'm like, what the h3ll are you doing and he mumbles something and runs off. What a rush.
I head back in as the staff and patrons are all wondering why did I burst out the door, was I skipping out on my bill...or what.
I said he was stealing my bike and am exhausted by this sidetrip. I sit more, drink more sugar until it's close to closing so I need to dig deep and bike home. I am still wasted but head out. What a trip that was as downtown Amsterdam with a million sights and sounds and lights at once and trying to make it home.
Note: the bike had brakes that barely worked, if you applied a deathgrip to them. And no light as required at night.
Made it home and never was so glad to hit that bed and try to recover.
Now normally I get pissed at the tourists who would go to Dam and get totally fuked up and act like idiots. Now here I was, being a fuked up tourist.
I usually take full responsibility for my actions BUT was pissed, in retrospect, at the owner who chided
me into going well beyond what I intended. Especially when I told her I was a cannabis lightweight.
I kind of trusted her judgment but should have gone with my gut feeling-----this is how much I want to vape.
The rest of the trip was awesome!! Fantastic town and really want to go back, to jump on that Volcano again but with my own judgment in place. Get back on the horse
Waiting for MinnBobber's story...
