“Days seem to all blend together lately. Sleeping patterns, city
streets, rain, and boarding trains come and go. Amsterdam started off on a good
foot. The first 4 days were very productive, and adventurous. I was fortunate to
borrow a bike for most of my stay in the city which made all the streets
available. Did several paintings, and many wooden arrows around the city. The
final days however were not all that fun. After finishing the street work for
Amsterdam I met up with some friends for some drinks and night out on the
town.

When your first drink of the night is Absinthe, and have a back
pack full of paint, situations are bound to get crazy. About 5 Hours later I’m
in the downtown holding cell for painting in the street. At first the situation
was kind of comical (Thanks to the Absinthe). Being in Jail in a foreign country
is always unique with the varied booking procedures, and random interrogations.
After being held for about 3 hours I try to fall asleep in the cell. Cold
floors, and constant foot traffic. Sometime during the morning My door opens and
a female officer asks if I want Coffee or Tea? “Coffee please.” Several minutes
pass and she returns with hot coffee, and a food ration of bread, cheese, and
chocolate. I am pleasantly surprised, and savor my meal.

On the
flipside I am unsure just how long I will be held in this cell?

Hours
draggggggg past. An older army looking Dutch police opens the door and asks if I
admit guilt to painting in the street. When I was arrested the Cop was across
the canal and could not get a clear view of what I was exactly doing. Because I
had a backpack full of paint he put the two together and knew that I was
painting. The wall already had some tags on it so he could not directly bust me
for anything.
From past experiences I’ve learned to take the long haul and
deny any and everything. I reply to the officer that I was innocent and that I
was simply passing by the wall to look at the tags.

The Dutch cop is
not pleased with my response and shuts the door closed. I try to sleep
again…..Later another guy is put into my cell. We swap stories of why we are
in here. He tells me that he got into a fight and has been transported back and
forth for 2 days!!

I start to wonder just how long I’ve already been
in the cell for and until when I will leave? I have no perception of time inside
the cell. I get another meal. I wonder if this means its dinner time? I finally
fall asleep. I wake up at periodic intervals still wondering what to make of all
of this. After what seems like an eternity the door opens and the officer calls
my name. We go into a room where I am charged for graffiti. I look at the
overhead clock and it reads 8:00. Still unsure if that is 8:00 at night or the
morning? The crazy thing is that because I claimed innocent, and no one pressed
charges with the painting I was given a warning, and all my paint was taken.
They make sure I am well aware that if there is a next time severe penalties
will follow. I get my belongings back and walk out the door.
Time Warp as
its 8:30 the next day. I figure I spent some 30 hours in that cell. I’m tired,
hungry, and ready to leave Amsterdam.

*I need to thank JUSTIN KEES
for your hospitality, and tour of Amsterdam. Silvia for your bicycle, and the
female officer who gave me a hot cup of coffee.”... Above


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“hot pink,
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“Amsterdam
boasts a lot of great sticker freaks. The knife fits well with the blood drips
on the sticker.”