When I was lost

Writing to afford tabocco Bias would search around but none of his packs had any smokes and no sales on his book. Bias knew how to survive lifes ups and downs but only with smokes nearby. There typing a poem and thinking about how to find a ciggerate. Affording his habit of smokes ended. He thoght to himself maybe a friend is awake.

The sun had gone down on a summer day for an hour or so before Bias osswel venture to fto find smoke. He didnt go empty handed he had two king size beers and offered his smoking friend to drink togoether.

There sitting and smoking with his froiend Bias begain to day dream even thought the sun had set. Bias Osswel thought he was a lucky man.

It was a life style he could no longer handle. So early in the day he cought a greyhound coach bus. He made it without smoking for three hours but his min was only thinking "where will I sleep tonight"

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