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Old Mr Bitterman: Criminally Insane
Old Mr Bitterman: Criminally Insane
Old Mr Bitterman: Criminally Insane
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Old Mr Bitterman: Criminally Insane

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A day in the life of a septuagenarian psychopath. If you like your serial killers a little long in the tooth this could be right up your street.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMax Frick
Release dateOct 23, 2012
ISBN9781301742523
Old Mr Bitterman: Criminally Insane
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Max Frick

Max Frick was born in Scotland where he spent more than half of his life thus far in a new town not dissimilar to the one depicted in his novel Debaser. At the age of twenty-five, seeking something a little more fulfilling than the drudgery and routine that his hometown had to offer, he upped sticks and moved to Prague in the Czech Republic, where he imagined artists and bohemians drank freely and deeply from the cup of life. There he would write! There he would shine! There he would make his name! There, alas, he lives to this day in a life of drudgery and routine not dissimilar to the one depicted at the beginning of this bio.

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    Old Mr Bitterman - Max Frick

    OLD MR. BITTERMAN: CRIMINALLY INSANE

    By Max Frick

    Copyright 2012 Maximilian Frick

    Smashwords Edition

    A fortuitous change for the worse in the weather seemed to have cleared the street – in the one direction, and in the other – of potentially meddlesome pedestrians. Old Mister Bitterman wipe-wiped his feet on the welcome mat and, bidding a bogus 'bye, then' over his shoulder, lest there were anyone watching, stepped outside into the drab twilight, closing the door behind him. Purporting to better brave the elements, he pulled low the brim of the trilby, upturned the collar of the overcoat and, keeping his head down, made briskly for the shelter of the underground.

    He sidled onto the thoroughfare and merged seamlessly with the throng funneling into the station's main entrance: the bag-laden late shoppers (buy buy happiness, hello emptiness), the briefcase brigade (dull grey suits, dull grey minds) and sundry others, of every which rank and persuasion. He steadfastly refused, mind you, to emulate the few among them who dropped a coin or two into the outstretched cap of an ever-so-humble young beggar stationed on the threshold. He, Bitterman, had been forced to accept many a soul-sapping, pointless occupation over the years, just to make ends meet, and he'd be damned if he'd encourage

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