Lotto Max hit eighty million, so I thought I’d take a shot.
I never buy lotto tickets, so hopefully that’s a luck factor.
I mean, the whole thing is bullshit, and there’s a fraction of a fraction of a percent chance that I win, but hey.
It’s nice to think about who I’d give it to and who I’d set up meetings with, just so I could tell them to pound salt.
It’s a nice distraction anyway. A quaint fantasy of do-gooding and revenge.
As if they were exclusive.
Target: 900 words
Written: 628 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Sylvie And Bruno, Lewis Carroll (why do I do this to myself?)
Comics: The Magdalena v4 4
Music: Unreleased Decca Live Album, The Rolling Stones