Amsterdam in late May of 2007, replete with tulips, windmills, canals, coughing, and another perspicacious IT (Information Technology) specialist. Even though he didn’t know ten words of Dutch, Dave had gladly accepted the six-month programming assignment for his company’s new client in the Netherlands. His small studio apartment, not that far from Centraal Station, was on a nondescript alley named Niuewe Nieuwstraat. A fellow American ex-pat had told him that it translated to New Newstreet. He thought: Just as bad as my hometown’s [Charlotte, NC, USA] Park Road Park. Dave was a 27-year-old, still single, trim, brown-haired Caucasian, who dwelled in his apartment most of the time during the workweek, as his binary tasks were much easier to do there. He had set up his workstation in front of the 3rd-floor sash-style window, which offered an impossible-to-ignore view of El Guapo, a little coffee shop that legally sold marijuana. Dave could quickly tell the cannabis tourists from the local weedheads (marijuana users): The locals didn’t stumble, wobble and laugh hysterically when leaving. Moreover, it was a frame of endless entertainment.