I am walking up the street, coming upon Leidseplein after a quick peak at the red light district. Just past the Bulldog and around the corner, I find my hostel. I walk up a few steps, dragging my backpack behind me in exhaustion. With Jerry Springer blaring in the next room, I get the key to my room and drudge along the hallway, push open the fire door, and look the place up and down until I find room 4, bed 2. Top bunk. There are 2 asians rolling joints for later at the table.
- Hey, I say.
- Hey man, welcome! Where you from man? One of them says in obviously forced English.
- Canada, you?
- We from Korea. We came to Amsterdam fo party! You wanna join us?
- Cool, I say. I am just going to get my shit together here first. Where you headed?
- To Bulldog and then club later.
- Alright, I will meet you at the Bulldog.

As they step out of the room, i drop my bag and look at the top bunk. I'll just take a quick nap and then head out for a bit of a party! should be good times!

The next day, I wake up around 2 pm.

The weed,...I mean seed.... is planted

So this is how it starts.

I got the letter from the university reminding me how uninterested I was in the classes they were so kindly offering to me, and how they thought it was a good idea if I took a year off to re-evaluate my position and what direction I wanted to go. Reminds me with a smile of those PFO letters they tell you about when it comes to recruitment.

"Dear Mr. Student,

We thank you ever so much for gathering up your history, pride and total self-worth and putting it on paper for us to read about. We read it with great interest. However, there were too many people that seemed to be much smarter than you, more capable than you and, let's face it, just simply better than you. Hence, we will be throwing your resume in the trash on our way to the pub this afternoon.

Hope you find some other company that was not lucky enough to get good help. Better luck next time. Now Please Fuck Off.

Sincerely,

Ms. HR Biatch"

So I am sitting there thinking: I hate school. I am outties.

I picked up the phone and here I am...at Gate B in Saskatoon International Airport. Then I look at my ticket. Oh shit, I should be at Gate A! 2 fucking gates in this joint and I can't figure out which one to be at! I stare at the ticket for a few seconds more. Saskatoon to Calgary, then on to Toronto, the to Schiphol for an AmsterDAM good time before I head to Prague.

Ok. So it will take me more than 50 words to get through this...but that's the idea isn't it?