look at it, he can't see you, hope it will continue this
way... and then you make a wrong move and his stare is
directed towards your hand, it runs, it grabs, it tears it
off and you ask yourself  "how did I get into this kind of
situation".
the doctors said people in your condition can use
prostethics but you don't really want that.
so handless, proudless, worthless you walk into the bar, you
offer her a drink, she says no, how sad, at least you have
your other hand.
you drive to work, you say how do you do, "I'm ok , how are
you?" well.. "this fucking animal took off my hand if that's
what you're asking, I'm handless, I don't have a hand, my
hand is gone". you smile and he is embarrased, "that's very
unfortunate but still, I need that bianual report by the end
of today" he says, you can see his teeth, like sharpned with
a large stone.
suddenly the table looks so full, you take the gun, yossi
has put it there like you asked, who will I do? will it be
guy number one, guy number two, three, four?
mabe not, it pretty much feels like the end of the road for
you, you are sad so you put the gun in your drawer and make
a concious decision to wake up.
the sun hurts you even though the blinds are down, you look
at your hands and are happy you have them both.

end ot the road