arch/ive/ief (2000 - 2005)

Ok, I'll call myself Doctor Dube again, I'm not a doctor and my real name is not Dube but I have a little story for all pricked up ears. (Jethro Tull) It goes as follows;

this weekend, the weekend of the One Love festival I was once again out of my favorite pastime Hashish. (not Hatchoom ) Aware that I like to have a choice of products and qualities and not a person of many contacts, I decided to make my way to Holland, to visit a coffee shop, taking advantage of a weekend return with the SNCB. (the Belgium railway system)

Upon my arrival in the Netherlands (one of the few countries on this earth where it is possible to buy, for personall consumption, the soft drugs, hashish and marajuana)
I sauntered over to a coffeshop and bought and smoked some nice Morrocan poln-like hashish.

As the quality was still floating in my head and owner of a few grams of "stuff" I boarded the international train from Amsterdam to Brussels.
Armed with my knowledge that it is now permitted to possess soft drugs for personal use, I relaxed into my chair, anxious to get back to the confines of my home, Brussels.

Relaxing to my head phones, "not causing no fuss" (L.K.J.) I suddenly had a big German Sheppard sniffing me all over and end up, handcuffed in the Antwerp police station for the offence of IMPORTING SOFTDRUGS. (for personal consumption)
I remember passing a group of 10 - 20 elders (smug and apparently waiting for a train) and hearing in Flemish "you have been bad little boys" called out to my group of suspected drug importers, I remember waiting, I remember being naked in front of Antwerp police men while they searched threw all my personall affairs, including all my private telephone numbers, I remember being asked about some of these telephone numbers as to whom they belonged and not answering, I remember my plastic handcuffs being tightened when I asked them to be loosened, I remember asking for the possibility of a phone call or some form of legal assistance and being told that this was not…. America or T.V., I remember my arrest taking approximatly 2 hours, and I remember just missing the train back to Brussels by a few minutes, wondering what I was going to do to fill the time, I remember going back to Holland to smoke a few last joints ( I don't have any contacts/ adresses in Brussels where I can consciously buy softdrugs), I remember buying 1 more gram of hash and leaving what I wasn't able to smoke behind in the Netherlands, fearing detention for the second time that day by the "international police force."