April 27, 2005
Amsterdam III - The Finale
Here we go again. The last set of pix to post from the recent debacle in Amsterdam.
Friday night in Amsterdam, we found ourselves heavily sauced and coffee'd up. Blurry blurry shit. If it wasn't for these pix, damn, I would not remember any of this.
The infamous Teaser's Bar in central Amsterdam. We watched a dude die here. Well, almost die. He wasn't moving and his skin had turned an ashy shade of gray. I have no idea what brought this on either. Some people said they saw the guy get choked. Others said he just fell off his chair and bam. In any event, it was a sick scene as a few cops showed up to clear the mess and almost got their asses kicked. One drunk reveller dumped his entire beer out on one of the cops. NYPD they were not. Two fucking cops. What is that? If this was NYC and some fuck dumped a beer on a cop, there would be 150 cappers on his ass asap. Anyone remember Amadou Diallo? Shit, that was over a wallet. Imagine if a cop was actually assaulted.... The Dutch police are weak. Bottom line.
Not really sure what's going on in this pic. It ain't pretty, that I'm sure of.
Only a mother.......
At this point of the day/night/time-has-no-meaning we found ourselves looking for some club called Escape. We tried walking there. So what do you do when you have a long walk ahead of you? You load up on booze. Every country has their own version of the infamous bodega.
Beeeeeeeeeer. Good canned beeeeeeer.
It's amazing this monkey wasn't arrested. Then again, we were in Amsterdam where you could dump your beer on a cop and have nothing happen to you...
Weeeee weeeeeeee weeeeee. Look at the little weewee.
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Can you say drunk Russians?
Can you say three drunk Russians?
Yuck. Drunk ass russkies.
Don't fuck with Jizzy. Or this will happen.
HEHEHEHEHEHEH. Poor Rob.
No idea what we're doing or where we're going here. Drawing a total blank. Even with the aid of the pix.
Boris may have just clashed with the lamp post. I'm assuming he lost.
Rowdy Americans seen fighting in Amsterdam. This is why we're hated. Everywhere.
Round 1. Borka vs. Gavin.
Why is it that Boris is always involved in every altercation? He also happened to challenge a handful of drug dealers to a fight on this night too. He got in this Arab dude's face and was like "whassup! whassup!" The situation was a ripe one for a stabbing or even worse - a shooting. I wish we had brought a leash with us.
Gav is about to apply his famous tubby-arse move.
Asked how the pavement tasted, Boris later replied "f u asshole."
Moments later, face all swollen, the little guy had to be walked away.
Here stands the victor. Of what I don't know though.
The little guy wants more.
Lucky for him Gav's a nice guy and doesn't feel like performing anymore piledrivers.
The beasts make up and that pretty much sums up our nite.
Other details that pop into my head are Borka dumping an entire beer on my head while we were on the street. I took it. I took it like a man. But a few moments after, when we were walking by an outdoor cafe with burning candles on the tables, Borka found an entire candle, wax and all, dumped on his head. Oh how sweet revenge can be.
Nothing wrong with a little man love.
Unless you're these two guys.
Or this fish.
And that's it. Those are all my pix. I wish I took more but I was in no mental state to be snapping pix. It's hard to work a camera with a Heini in one hand and a blunt in the other. I miss Amsterdam. Despite me being sick all this week and despite my brain operating at 15% capacity, yeah, I fucking miss Amsterdam.
When we going back guys? Soon I hope....
Posted by evil at 09:49 PM | Comments (2)
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i'm gonna miss these photoessays.....
Posted by zey | 04/28/05 @ 10:09 AM
BRING BACK KTB!!!!