  Greetings from the Netherlands. I'm still alive, haven't been married off, and have managed to avoid getting mugged. I need to buy a sweater because I'm freezing today. Hopefully I'll get to the Van Gogh museum. This city is dangerous, even on a Saturday morning. Especially on a Saturday morning. I guess the pushers get out on weekends to hit the tourist crowd. I talked to a few of them for a while, but I had to get shitty with a couple guys. I'll give you a Euro if you tell me where you're from, where I can find a sweater for under $20, and what you think about you're life as a junkie. But if you come up to me, assuming that I want the gram of crushed up aspirin you're trying to sell as coke, I'm going to get pissed if you don't leave me alone.
I've been too drained to really get any great stories for all of you, but maybe tonight. I'm going to take my tape recorder to the red light district and see if I can interview a few of the people on both sides of the glass. Maybe something interesting will happen, maybe I'll get my ass kicked. I've been too tired to risk the need of defending myself, but I feel good today. I haven't made up my mind about this city yet. Culturally and architecturally interesting, sure; I like the canals and the buildings.
But the people attracted to Amsterdam don't really care about that. It's just got a really shady atmosphere and I don't think there's anything really great underneath that, like NYC. I'm sad to say that Kevin from Energy User News and his wife have gone home. For those of you who don't know, technically Kevin is my magazine's competitor. The guy is great, damn funny, and he kind of reminds me of Nicholas Cage. There's about a thousand funny stories about this guy, but we've been too drunk to be able to retell most of them.
He's been nervous about this blog all week. This will be my last post from across the pond. Thanks everybody for keeping tabs. I miss everybody. I forget when my flight arrives in Newark, but I'll call when I get in Sunday... Next Week: VEGAS 
