Amsterdam has long been my favorite city in the world. Bicycles, tulips, fine art, canals, tall women, pancakes, and most importantly, the coffee shops.
Ah, the coffee shops. It feels so civilized to sit at a Dutch coffee shop with a fine cup of joe, roll a nice joint, sit, relax and enjoy it all. Nobody looks at you weird, and the weed menus are comprehensive and high quality. Nobody freaks out, although there are always tourists from Italy or Spain that are so stoned they just stare off into space for hours. But they’re not hurting anybody.
Compare this to alcohol. Alcoholic drunks crash their cars and kill people, beat their wives, get in bar fights, get … [Read more]