In '04 when my old neighbour Dan came back from Amsterdam he turned his bedroom into a tea room for him and our friends. I pretty sure he kept his stuff in a suitcase in the closet and crashed on the couch. He used to serve us tea while we were drawing. We ended up calling the place the "AmsterDan Cafe". I used to see him in Value Village exchange his dirty pants for somewhat cleaner pants in the change rooms.... good times.
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