Travelling advice...

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I have a friend who has asked me to visit Prague. So I likely will

Dont go to Prague man.

Last time I was there, the friend of a friend "painter artist" dude who illegally served us as a hotel asked for 15 deutsche mark instead of the agreed 10 per night in his shady apartment once we go there, and then we drank some orgasms (50% vodka 50% tonic, cover tha glass with your palm, turn it around and bang it open side down on the table quick enough to not spill any, and gulp it down while its turning into 100% foam) and I fainted and was impossible to go on tour with th rest, while they were gone I had to pee an tried to find the crapper and almost confused it with the "landlord's" wardrobe (identified it and found the right bathroom in the nick of time). Meanwhile, my friend Freddy who manaeged to go on tour peed in his pants after bumping into a trashcn and rolling down the subway's stairs (I didnt see it casue I was knoecked out but they told me it happned). The next morning, some czech guy confronted us on hte subway for not having payed a ticket, we said oh sorry we thought it was still communist and subway was free, he said yeah no problem but we still gotta pay 12 deutsce mark punishment (which is about as much as it is to take the subway in germany legally). Then we went into some disco that lokoed liek a cathedral and my mexican fiend Inti (meaning Sun God in some weird mexican language) went to take a dump and wipped his ass bad enough that the showed through his jeans, and he almost scored with a chick till she saw him from the back. Then we went to Frank Kafka's birht place and philsophsized about "Der Prozess" and about it was all about how it was the guy's own fault that he didnt stick up for himself. Then some czech punks started buggin one of us about his sweatshirt, which had a socialist star with some barred windows and a fist sticking out of it. Those just didnt understand that in west germany it was still cool at the time. Then I took the train home and I was all panicky about omg-how-am-I-gonna-get-taht-weed-smell-out-of-my clothes and bags and everything... my moms a teacher... she knows....
Anyway, she and my sis pretended not to notice.
A few months later, I took the train (it was on the line Amsterdam --> Berlin) and who do I meet? Its Michael, who was there in Prague. Some weeks earlier I left school for summer holidays and was saying good bye to everyone but couldnt find Michael. As I took my parents car, I saw a police van parked ouside the school, and hten drove off with my parents home. Well anyway, Michale was on that train form Amsterdam to berlin, and he told me taht some arsehole teacher busted him for ween adn that he was in that polce van and he saw me leave, and cya he is going home to USA now to become a musician, and he hopes we can jam together again one day. Never saw him again.

Anyway, have fun in Prague.

Dont curse on the forums. I had to remove 3 different curses from your post. Next time you will find your posting rights suspended.
Zelot