להלן קטע קצר מספר שלי שעדיין נמצא בתהלכי כתיבה ועדיין יהיה
באותם תהליכים עוד הרבה זמן. יש לי מעט מאוד עמודים מהספר
ערוכים לגמרי וראויים לפירסום, החלטתי לפרסם חלק קטן מהחלק
הקטן שראוי לפירסום, אמרתי זאת כדי שתבינו שהסוף אינו סוף ואף
לא סוף פרק אלה סוף פיסקה, ושיבואו עוד הרבה פיסקאות אחריו.

Strolling down 2nd avenue, Billy Bob was busy eating a
pretzel. Billy was deeply engrossed in whether the unique
taste of the pretzel was a result of fine sprinkled herbs
being replaced by low grade anonymous sprinkled herbs or the
result of the pretzel adapting the taste of the filthy metal
grate which served as it's home before taken by Billy. Billy
wasn't sure about it and was giving this dramatic issue most
of his attention as he crossed the street. Then, out of the
blue, it hit him. What hit him wasn't an idea, an answer or
a revelation, unless of course, the revelation decided to
come in the form of a Buick. As Billy went flying through
the air he realized that the pretzel's taste came from the
metal grate and not the herbs. He then realized he was
flying through the air in a most unconventional way, but
before Billy had time for another realization he was hit, in
mid-air, by a truck on the opposite lane. As Billy took
flight for the second time in the last three seconds he
thought he had rotten luck, immediately after that thought
lightning hit Billy, convincing him that something was
defiantly fishy.
If there is any right way to fly into the air, change
courses via truck, get hit by lightning and land on one's
head thirty feet away from one's initial launching point,
Billy Bob did it wrong, he did it very very wrong. In fact,
he did it so wrong that his death would have been imminent
if it weren't for the God of not really funny humor. The god
of not really funny humor was called Pete and he was a
lesser god. When all other gods raged in wars and or parties
against and with each other he was pushed aside and left out
of the action. He was never invited to join any of their war
councils or to the ten thousand years of drunken inactivity,
which proceeded most adjourned war councils. Thus, Pete was
left alone whether he wished it or not, and so making one of
the four courageous actions in his godly life, Pete made a
move for the godly thrown. Due to the fact that all gods
were slumped in hangovers he found his attempt to grasp the
thrown quite easy, and so he became Pete, king of the gods.
Pete found it rather boring to wait for the other gods to
get out of their hangovers just to sink back to new ones,
especially because once one of the gods woke up and heard
about Pete's kingship, they usually laughed themselves back
to unconsciousness. He also found it boring to play at
throwing darts in the air and trying to catch them with his
mouth (he would attempt the latter due to a practical joke,
done by a particularly cunning/sober god who had convinced
Pete that that was the royal thing to do). Pete thought long
and hard about how to reduce his boredom until he came to a
decision most gods make somewhere along their lives. But
most gods never bothered talking to Pete about it (or
anything else for that matter) so he thought he was being
original. Pete decided to toy with his minors (namely the
people of earth and other worlds) without them knowing it.
He would roam the earth causing incredible accidents to
happen, he would then make sure that his victim survived the
accident without a scratch, only to involve him or her in
another accident, and another, and another, until he got
bored and went to look for fresh victims.
Billy Bob, was one of those victims. Pete sat on the
street, cleverly disguised as an empty beer can, and
observed Billy as he took, or rather was given, wing. But as
Pete beheld Billy's plight he noticed something, which
differed Billy from Pete's previous victims. Upon Billy's
half-plump face Pete could see a sort of sarcastic
acceptance mixed with a mundane expression of horror. This
rather unusual blend of emotions, clearly visible on Billy's
face, marked him as a veteran scapegoat, no stranger to
abuse wherever it might come from. Suddenly something struck
Pete, well two things struck Pete actually, the first one
was the Buick which, after colliding with Billy, had strayed
from it's course and hit a very specific beer can on the
street pavement. The second thing which struck Pete, was
surprisingly, a revelation of sorts. Recovering form an
accident gone bad, Pete quickly gathered
dead-if-it-weren't-for-Pete's-godly-protection Billy Bob and
began his ascent towards the realm of the gods. Ten minutes
later Pete's uncertain and wavering voice (Pete's voice
never could go on for more than a moment or two without
wavering, this was due to long years of telling gods jokes
and fearing they wouldn't laugh, and rightfully so because
they never did) attempting to sound loud and mighty could be
heard, echoing across the realm of the gods " kneel Billy,
and arise Billy Bob, god of scapegoats". Giving people
godship was Pete's favorite pass-time, unfortunately for
Pete, though he never dared admitting it even to himself, it
was unimaginably difficult to come up with a role for a god
which was more demeaning and worthless than Pete's own role,
prior to being king of the gods. And since Pete would never
give anyone a role greater than that which he was originally
given he found it very difficult to bestow godships upon
people.
After getting out of shock, which took an indecent amount
of time, Billy scanned his surroundings. He was in a room of
gargantuan proportions, painted in one solitary color, a
dull, seemingly dusty, shade of white. This particular shade
of white contributed to an over all feel of a bewildering
merge between repulsive and bland emotions, set to erupt in
the mind of those who entered the room. In the center of the
room stood what might of once passed for a large hill made
of solid gold, but that was before the gold paint cracked at
numerous points and revealed rusty old iron. Atop the small
in-door-hill stood a grotesque form, which, after a moment
confusion, Billy recognized to be a fifteen foot tall
sculpture of Pete's face. But that was not where the horror
ended, for the figure's mouth was open and inside it, atop
the tongue, a thrown was carved in black marble. For some
absurd reason (apparently Pete had quite a stack of absurd
reasons) a great green apple tree immerged from the top of
Pete's head. Beneath the hill stood an infinite, randomly
scattered army of small white stools which apparently served
to sit any one else entering the room. But from the ample
quantities of dust on nearby stools Billy gathered that
there was never anyone else in the thrown room other than
Pete.