I met Joey at the Tuesday Fischladen Vokü. He was standing outside, smoking. I was early, and awkwardly looking for a way to break the ice.

“You have a light?” I asked him. He did. I rolled us both cigarettes, and we sat at a table outside making small talk and drinking one-euro beers while waiting for our food.

Anyone else would have noticed that Joey was crazy within the first couple of minutes. I suppose I must have noticed, but considering that I often come across as being a few cards short of the deck, I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. Besides, most “crazies” usually turn out to be a lot more rational and interesting than the rest of us.

Continued on Young Germany.

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  1. Dear Click Clack Gorilla.

    You understand Teutonic culture. I used to, but have long since become too Sinicized to understand a people as rational as German People. My High school German teacher was Herr Scheiper (Casper). He had many, many tattoos, but we only found this out after he died. But I digress. Tell me, what could make a German person want to translate my blog into German, then back into English, then post it on their own server resembling something like my own thoughts only run through a wood chipper? Here, I’ll show you what I mean.


    You have to paste that into a browser to see it, because I’m too lazy to do the coding.

    This is the actual page it came from


    it is a blog called xkhrevz, which is on a blog server in Germany. I know this because where it should say “About Me” it reads “Über mich”. I remember that from Herr Scheiper’s lessons. Even though he mostly talked about beer hauses, and how lovely it is in Barvaria in the springtime. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

    Who are these people?

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