First Amsterdam Joint Gets Me WASTED!

I always know the danger of that first Amsterdam joint.

It's such a great feeling landing in Amsterdam - everything is so swift: no bags to collect, quickly through passport control, rarely any train delays and before you know it you're exiting Central Station and quickly dumping your bags at the hotel, ready to get that first joint.

But I always sense what is going to happen. I remember that I am soon going to be completely fucking wasted. It always happens. I never get this feeling at home. I know the weed is strong but I think it also has something to do with walking around a city being completely stoned.

At home, I am used to getting wasted inside a house or a flat and rarely venturing out. But being in Amsterdam forces me out of that comfort zone.

A few drags on some nice weed from a place like De Kuil (my new favourite starting coffeeshop) and I suddenly think to myself:

"holy crap I am totally wasted - and now I've got to somehow walk the streets like this for the next 3 days!"

Y'see, for me, getting wasted is a heavy impact. Perhaps I am easily stoned, I don't know. But it doesn't stop me from trying to break records and relentlessly smoke joint after joint. It's almost like I go to Amsterdam to test myself - to see how bloody stoned I can get and yet still act and appear normal to outsiders. Why do I put myself through this? I have no idea!

It's like when you roll up to a coffeeshop e.g. Hunters, one of my favourites. I will walk in and check out the menu. Find some nice weed or hash to buy and then get a Coke from the bar on the way back to my seat. I'll sit down and even though I am already stoned, I know what to expect.

Quickly roll up a nice spliff and then spark it up and inhale. Take a few more puffs. It only takes around 4 puffs and I rock back in my seat and look around. I see other people getting wasted too and looking relaxed. I suppose I look relaxed too but I am actually feeling totally wasted. Not just a heavy feeling but also a feeling that I must struggle with.

I feel sometimes like I am on the cusp of losing my mind! And getting wasted is a test of my mental discipline. Much like a vulcan in Star Trek who exercises mental discipline!

All in all, I like getting wasted. I hope to move to Amsterdam next year but there's no way I will get wasted every day. I truly believe that could be damaging for me. I mean, I've been wasted every evening here in the UK but smoking much stronger weed and wandering around coffeeshops....well perhaps I'd grow tolerant to it, who knows?

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