Hampf Brau (Errata)

Reworks of Library submissions from Van den Booman and double you.

He Came back with two bottles.
“In the spirit of the aroma,” he said.
“Vos is das?” she said in her best beery german.
“Das Is hampf brau.”
“What?”
”Instead of hops, they use hemp….you know… That stuff,” and he pointed to the smoking Swiss man in the corner by the juke box with the Zappa still playing “Baaaaaaybeeeee Snaaaaaaakes.”
“Which is which?”
“One is Swiss, one seems to be Japanese…or printed in Japanese… maybe by Swiss…. I rember in College that the first thing everry Japanese exchange student wanted to do when they hit campus was smoke pot. They’d sit there like stones for a couple of days listening to Beatles and Charlie Parker tunes and then, bang back to business.“
“They throw you in Jail forever over there.”
“Unless you’re Paul.”
“I’ll take the German, you take the Japanese.”
“You always were more Western than me,” he said. “I wanted the Japanese.”
“Figures,” she said.
They drank.
“It tastes like pot,” she said.
“Yeah but not like bong water…. I mean hops and cannnibus are related right… aromatics?”
“Why is it that you never just shut up and have fun?” she asked, tilting her head back and chugging the beer. “More please.”
“He drank his and got another and laughed and laughed and drank more and others and all they could find and the Zappa fiend at the jukebox came over and rolled them some of his homegrown Edelhampf “That make Hiedi Yodel in the valley,” he said and she coughed and laughed and drank and smoked aand the evening melted into a carnival of sorts with the gothic town becoming like an animated Fleischer Brothers Film with Betty Boop and Poepeye’s spinich and the whole glorious world rocking and turning. It was the laughter they would remember. What made them laugh wasn’t nearly as important as the all glorious polyglot belly shaking laughter that filled the bar and overtook all their new friends and politics and business fell away and just the laughter now… just people laughing with beer.