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Published by Byron Levene
This was ment to be a much longer text but I chose not to continue writing it.
This was ment to be a much longer text but I chose not to continue writing it.

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Published by: Byron Levene on Mar 30, 2010
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Post humorous: A not so ordinary detective tale.
By Byron Levene
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This work is a work of fiction. Any similarities it has between events and people that may be real or not, are sillycoincidences, but since this book is being written by a Jungian then that is not true and it all bears resemblance to everyone. Names uses may have been changed, but not that much, this is not to protect the innocent, merely to avoid getting sued, or  pissing people off that i dont want to piss off. However since i have no money and care not for the opinions of anyone, other than my own, this is also not true. Nobody was harmed during the writing of this manuscript—now that is bullshit, did I harm anyone whilst writing it? Maybenot, did any of the characters get harmed whilst the manuscript was written?, most likely, did I use the manuscript to beatanyone with? You know I did...Go fuck yourself!
The phone was playing its ringtone. Biro could tell this was happening and attempted to regainconsciousness. It was dark. Biro answered the phone.“Biro... Its Mat... sorry to be the bearer of bad news--” the voice on from the phone said. Mat?, Badnews?, Biro tried to work out weather he was asleep, passed out, or so drunk he just seemed to think hewas either passed out or dreaming.“Mat--” Biro said, still trying to calculate his current level of consciousness form the state of consciousness he had just been arrived from by the noise of his mobile phone playing its ringtone. Itwas Korn.“Steve, Steve Sinclair, he's dead” Mat said in the rather jolly and uplifting tone Mat could help but notdisplay, even in times so inappropriate as to when giving notice of the passing of one of his friends andcolleagues. And this was one of those times.Steve was Biro's philosophy tutor at university, well sort of. Biro met Steve at the university tavern.Biron was not a student of philosophy, he was a student of film and IT, but wanted to pick up a secondyear philosophy unit dealing in hermetic and occult ideas so he enrolled himself in a first year  philosophy unit to get an understanding of how things are actually done in university, since thediscipline of both film and IT have no use for the old school academic ideas such as assignments andexams.Mat taught physics and chemistry at the other end of campus to the school of arts and culture andshould have therefore not have had anything to do with philosophy tutors or undergraduate, alcoholic,narcotic abusing film students. Which Steve and Biro were respectively. Mat met Biro at the universitytavern. Biro assumed Mat had met Steve there and never really questioned that thought. Facultymembers like Steve and Mat often spent time between classes at the university tavern, Biro often spenttime instead of going to classes at the university tavern. Sometimes he would give in and take his pintto class, but this was often discouraged by university staff.“how--” Biro was starting to understand that the room was dark because it was dark and not just because he had lost track of consciousness some time in the not too distant past.“Overdose, Heroin...” Mat said to Biro as he stumbled in the darkness looking for the light switch.“Jesus” Biro said aloud, “I didn't think there was any good smack around at the moment” Biro didn'tspeak it, thou he thought it loudly enough that anyone in the room would have heard. Mat was not inthe room he was on the phone. Biro started to put pieces together in his head, 'Steve, University, Mat,Overdose, Dead, Heroin...', forgot about the light switch that was hiding somewhere in the darknessand opened his bedroom door into the kitchen.The rest of the conversation consisted mostly of the usual pleasantries of 'how are you?' and 'how isthe family?' from Biro who had momentarily forgotten the original purpose of the call.“Jesus” Biro said to the fridge.“wurrrrrrrrrrr” replied the fridge. As punishment for its insolence Biro opened the fridge and took out a beer, opened it and decided the microwave would be a better listener.“Jesus... overdose...” Biro said to the microwave. The microwave said nothing. This was a good sign— it meant Biro was not schizophrenic, or maybe he was schizophrenic and the microwave was ignoringhim. “Heroin...” he continued to the microwave, who by this point would be flattered to receive somuch attention if it were a person and not just a microwave. “... I didn't think there was any.?”

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