on impulse

Amsterdam, 29-01-2007. Was not really sure how or what yestrday, this being a sunday and all that. Maybe a ride on my bicycle through the city would clear my mind but as always i could not pass by Harry s house without at least ringing his bell and say hello knowing damned well that gonig up to his 4 th. floor appartment means a heavy drinking session as always, the fool is an incurable alcoholic. No big surprise Rob s bike was already parked at the entrance, Harry has after all been to his family the day before so money aplenty and he just loves spending the elusive stuff on his mates. Twenty half liter cans of cheap beer later and the eventual arrival of Frank - i usully call Frank the Idiot - we ended up in cafe Zus - the heaviest bar in Amsterdam-west - By that time i felt drunk enough to say my farewell and try to sleep off my drunken state, i did after all have an appointment of the sexual kind with miss Penn from Thailand last night and what a night it turned out to be.