May 1 2002: Some things in Amsterdam only the tourists do. It's funny how many people seem to make their way to the city just do drugs legally. What's the point? You can do these things at home anyway and probably have a better time than sit stoned in the lounge of a hostel or walk around sketched out.

The red light district is a dirty, interesting place. It runs along a canal crowded with tourists and dodgy dealers hawking their drug wares. The windows are filled with unattractive women who smile and wink at you, trying to drum business with their fake attention. The windows they peer through have beds in the background ready for the paying customers and lights that illuminate the prostitutes body in an unflattering manor. The customers leave the rooms quickly and veer down the closest ally possible, ashamed of what they have done or afraid to get caught. Japanese business men stand in pools outside the door deciding who is going to go in. The district is sketchy and seems unreal with little kids strolling the streets while strangers fuck behind closed curtains.