Once, in my 20s while living briefly in Holland, I sat down in an Amsterdam park and took out the guitar. Didn't even think about busking 'cause I was working in a club frequented by American school teachers and the pay wasn't bad. I was just doodling around and before I knew it, my case was getting filled....with joints! I wasn't sure just how liberal the Dutch laws were and having seen "Midnight Express" didn't want to end up in jail...on the other hand I didn't want to leave the dope! It was when a middle aged woman came by and said "Dylan, please" and included with some coins, a small BAG of dope that I realised "This was definitely NOT Kansas!" or Toronto either.