After showering and running a squeegee on the questionable non-sloped floor in Amsterdam’s Bed and Coffee, I ditched my airplane clothes and slimmed my backpack down to hit the street. I took an endearing last…
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Conveniently enough there's a Wijn bar on Rustenburgerstraat now where you head left for the frazzled Bed and Coffee. By frazzled, I mean things have changed considerably at the cheap little non-hostel hostel in the…
I boarded Delta Flight 80 from New York to Amsterdam in First Class thanks to a gifted buddy pass from an ex-girlfriend-gone-lesbian that keeps me on procreatory, sperm-willing retainer. The overtly kind flight attendant sat…
The surprise visit from our landlord’s main man was not appreciated. Good thing I was midway through vacuuming up all the baking soda I’d sprinkled on our now multi-animal soaked and defecated carpet when I…
The voice of the warehouse madman woke me up. “Hey dude, it’s Wayne,” his Arkansas accent scratched its way through my answering machine. “Jus’ callin’ you up man, see if y’all can pick me up…
My birthday showed its face in June, and thanks to the recent auto repossession and my wife’s work schedule, it would be an auto-free, solitary celebration. I had a check from a beer newspaper of…
Nothing like having your car repossessed while your mother’s in town for a visit. On a bright sunny morning in June, my life soon became much more complicated in the to and fro department. The…