Without Bias Osswel

He sat at his typewriter ithat was made in the eighties but was given new life by converting it into an electric keyboard. Bias thought he was an author, and would drink to try and prove that. Sitting in his rented room smoking cigarettes and unable to see straight he tried to type. The best he could do was to creat ideas and then have them become forgoten.

He was on dissability for his mental health, being paid to be crazy Bias thought to his self and he began to laugh. In and out of pyschwards since the age of twenty two. Sometimes he thought back to what pain he felt. He typed now "Stolen by state loved too late". Bias passed out until midway through the next day.

The grocies in his mini fridge was limited to an apple, eating on his way to a friends. Bias provided the laughs while some were kind to give tabbocoo. "Do You ever see old squirrels?" "No cant say I have" Smoking with some help drinking again. Bias Osswel wrote a book over the next four days. No sleep and no smokes just him and his typewriter. The book was published on amazon and Bias slept for ttwo days.

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