Amsterdam = cracked out Vera

A checklist of Amsterdam-

1. Vera cracked out on weed - CHECK
2. Disgusting hostel (comes fully with smells of dying prostitutes, drunken men, and guys in boxers) - CHECK
3. Absinthe - CHECK
4. Weird ass people everywhere - CHECK
5. Vera cracked out on everything around her - CHECK

-The result of Amsterdam is quite simple. Vera owned!!! Now, the first time she ate a space cake, it seemed like nothing happened. Most likely because we went to a sketch coffee shop and not one that was recommended. So, the next day we hit up Baba Coffeeshop (world famous) and we ate another space (weed) brownie. So, it is 1am and we finish the whole thing. Now, by 4am Vera is in her bottom bunk moving non-stop. I knew now that she was cracked out and i couldnt even move my body. Then i get a tapping on my head and somehow am able to move my head to look at a smiling cracked out Vera right in front of my face. To my eye, her face was surrounded by glimmering and shiny stars. Oh jeeze, ive never been so fucked up.
----Conversation between us at that moment-------

Vera - "Mat, i am so high right now, i just went outside and some guy wanted to sleep with me in his boxers. I took my cookies and i ran"

Mat - "What are you talking about, go to bed"

Vera - Hits me "Mat, im serious i cant go to bed, come outside with me"

Mat - "Go away, lay down"

Vera - "You're the worst friend EVER. If you dont come outside im gonna sit here and scream. 1, 2, 3, MATTTT"

Mat - turns head away goes to sleep

Now i passed out completely and found out the next morning that Vera had left the room in her pjs and threw on my jacket and wondered around a freezing Amsterdam until 7AM. Somehow, she made it to the train station and thought of buying a ticket back to London. All this time, she was on the phone with Jeff not making sense whatsoever.

Now, to the hostel.
Not only does the bathroom smell like a dying prostitute, but we are pretty sure the beds are covered in stds. The other night, we got our new roomate and he was fun. He came into the room at 4am and vera was attempting to sleep, but she was crakced out on something yet again. We had just went clubbing that night and met Gloria in 20 years. But anyways, the new guy came in drunk as fuckkk and stumbled around. Then he decided to sit on Vera bed. Vera then told him to get off and after he apologized he attempted to steal Veras blanket. She grabbed on, like she did her cookies the other night, and told him to fuck off it was her blanket.

We are now trapped in our hostel waiting for our plane to leave. Amsterdam has been a crazy ADVENTURE. We found a bag of weed outside a candyshop and may go to the coffeeshop to smoke it, we are not sure yet. We ate burgerking and McDonalds in the same day last night (im sure Gil would be proud).