The Dutch can't roll a joint for shite, and other points of minor hedonism.

The coffeshops here sell you either grams or half-grams; or loose joints. So far, for convenience's sake, I've been dropping on the loose joints. No more, though. After two days, I've decided the following: the joints are too long for the paper type (rice-papery stuff, almost see-through) it buckles at the filter, since they're machine-rolled and the paper is just wide enough to touch and be glued. In cone style, but the thin end is too thin, so it makes for awkward smoking. Plus, they're made with shake, for the most part, so they're a disaster to smoke– they keep going out. The little plastic containers they come in, however, are nice.

I'll be rolling my own from now on, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and there's nothing sweeter than the Red Light District on christmas night, for all y'all sinners out there. 'Nuff said.

Local time: 3.50AM

The chalwa in the breadbasket

From the LA Times [link]. For years, activists in the marijuana legalization movement have claimed that cannabis is America's biggest cash crop. Now they're citing government statistics to prove it.

One of these days, the governments of the world will finally realize that they can make so much more bank off of this stuff if they de-criminalize and tax the hell out of it. Frankly, I don't know if that would be better or worse for the current ganja consumer, but at the very least it should free up some prision space.

A fella can dream, can't he? In the meantime, I'll be spending next week in Amsterdam, pretending that the so-called Drug War doesn't exist.