That was an epic story man, id call bull if it was anyone aside from you.

Even if it is Amsterdam and you are a stoner I think any of us would be very freaked out to suddenly find ourself there and alone.

How did you get home? Did you have your return ticket or was the stewardess just nice enough to give you an empty seat?
NextLineIsMine Reviewed by NextLineIsMine on . My nightmare in Amsterdam Friday night. Stoned and drunk as usual. An acquaintance asks me if I want to go to Amsterdam, and he means right now. Sure, I said, right after I fuck your wife. But he was serious. He got in a taxi, and at four o'clock gave me a call. He tells me he's outside, the flights are booked, the credit cards are getting cold, the taxi-driver is getting sufficiently pissed off, and to get out of bed before he smokes this entire joint to himself. Five am. We're outside the airport, caned and cold. Rating: 5