Overnight trains don’t seem to be my forte. I’ve attempted to use them 3 different times. It has only worked out for me once and that’s because I had a local book the train for me. The other 2 times did not work in my favor, this is one of those times.
I don’t like smoking. It doesn’t matter if it’s Cigarettes, Human Bones, Crack, Meth, or plain ol’ weed. I find no appeal in it. Inhaling smoke into my lungs doesn’t make sense to me. But the 2nd time I went to the Netherlands I did it anyways.
As much as everyone would love to have a perfect trip, you have to face the fact that something bad might happen. And IF it does… just go with it. There’s no turning back time. What has happened happened and now you have to work past it and make the best of your current situation.
The day was August 22nd. The city was Prague. The drink was Absinthe. Oh Absinthe. You evil little bastard.