Coffee, cigarettes, and bourbon.

I have so much on my mind today i don't even know where to begin. i have a huge zit on my nose. it wasn't there when i went to bed, and i didn't go to bed all that long ago. so where did it come from? i poped it, and was quite dissappointed. instead of a satisfying burst, signifying my destruction of a zit, it just oozed out and bleed all down my nose. a real let down i tell you. anyway.
i was also thinking of amsterdam today. and how i always enjoyed mornings there. the city coming to life once again. or going to bed how ever you want to look at it. the city was nearly as busy at night as it was during the day. two seprate cities separated only by light. at night it was a glorious city. teeming with people, porn and pot. the way the neon and flashing lights reflected off of the canals make the imagery i keep in my head all that more brilliant.

i was telling you about morinings though. the sun lighting the day, tourists milling about taking pitures and reading their maps. locals trying to complete there appointed rounds and errands. bicyles zipping to and fro. the the sun painting the canal a glorious shade of gold. masking the human waste and industrial sewage floating to the sea.

i'm not real sure why i thought about this this morning while cutting the grass. maybe it's the drab and dreary day. maybe it was the cool air. it surely wasn't the smell of cut grass. i'm suprized that i am thinking about days in Amsterdam, because i was always out all night. the few times i was up in the morning was when i took people with me to show them the wonderland i found. days for me where to find a nice cafe, sit have a bite to eat and get a fresh beer to nurse my hangover. i'd sit on the street all day long just watching the world go by. i would confuse tourists by helping them with directions in english. i'd confuse shop owners by purusing their stores that were not on the tourist routes. they'd ask me if i was lost, i'd tell them no i was just shopping. they'd ask if i was on a tour, and i'd say no. i didn't take a tour i came here by myself. i'd tell them i wanted to get far away from the tour district. i spent all night there. i wanted to see what the city really had to offer. what it was like with out all the paint and polish. and it was a beautiful city. thousands of doors and dark allys. shops full of things, "Ver Koop! 50% off". shops where americans and english speaking people didn't go. shops where all the signs where in dutch. i remeber on time finding a flea market. this was not the amsterdam that the tourist council wanted me to see. everyday citizens, selling everyday items, for everyday bills. i bought a pair of wool dutch army socks, still one of my favorite pair of socks too, for 2 dollars. i love that town