The first time I went to Prague I drove into the city on a dreary, cloudy evening. I mistook the place for some dark ages plague colony. It was depressing beyond beleif. The next morning I awoke early and walked out over one of the bridges on the river as the sun rose and the city turned into one of the most magical jewels on this earth filled with beauty and happiness…and sexy czech girls…later that night I went to this little bar in some basement where they passed joints around and I met this beautiful czech model who was sitting waiting for her friend. We got along quite well and after some heavy petting she told me she was only 17 and still in high-school. I swear to god she looked about 21 or 22. She had to run to catch her train because if she didn’t get home by midnight her mom would get angry.

One day I was driving on the freeway from Prague to Vienna Austria and approaching Bruno. There was a horrible storm approaching and this guy was just riding his bicycle in the slow lane of the highway like it was a normal thing to do. Later on as I approached the Austrian border, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, I saw a field next to the road with a mixture of scantily glad czech girls and men dressed in Armani suits standing around their black BMW’s smoking ciggarettes.