Coffeeshop


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'...