Amsterdam, August 2002. Catharina and me visited coffeeshop 'the Doors'. I
saw a dopey magazine I liked, and asked the bartender if I could buy it. He told me I
could have it, but added that I would have to wear shoes next time, or else he
wouldn't be able to let me in. Initially I thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. In
search of a witness I immediately told Cath about it, who
couldn't believe it either. Although I didn't have to leave right away, I didn't
want to stay there any longer, I'm sure you can understand. I left, shaking my head in disbelief. Against the wall I saw five big identical posters of
Jim.
Coffeeshop 'the Doors'...
Of all places...
Coffeeshop 'the Doors'...