No screaming, no ambulances…is it possible I beat STEVE SMITH here?

 

 

 

 

 

 

#$%& that was not fun. The TSA being the TSA, the long flight…I knew I should have skipped United and taken the  Koninklijke Luchtvaart Maatschappij N.V. And now into one of the busier airports in the world. Despite the crowds, I had to keep a wary glance out for STEVE SMITH. Hard to hide a giant RAPESQUATCH anywhere, but in a European airport…who knew.

I wonder what airline a RAPESQUATCH would fly?

No STEVE SMITH here…

Nothing…

Screw it, I am heading into Amsterdam. If STEVE SMITH could hide in a city, it certainly would be that one. The freakshow that is part of that city wouldn’t even blink at him. If any of my soil scratching, Calvinist relatives wandered in, they would simply assume his status as one of the DAMNED and leave off.

Now, where to look… I don’t think the Dutch accept twigs, berries and leaves as currency, so that would mean no Hotel. Wait, a park!  That gives me an idea…

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR “THE STEVE SMITH SANCTION – Vondelpark or Tante Zaan’s?”