Gimme A Break. It's Only A Buck

There's a lottery taking place this Friday and the winner is going to receive around $500 million. I might give it a shot. In case you're wondering I don't gamble. I suck at cards but only because I don't know how to play, therefore I don't. There was that time in college when I was quite the pinochle aficionado but now I don't think I could count meld. I used to go to the Indian casino near our lake place to play video poker using the 25 cent machines but stopped doing that when they were caught cheating for the fifth time.
Today I'll be looking for some out of the way, cheesy looking gas station dump; the kind that no one goes into. Is there anything worse than standing behind some dufus who is buying lottery tickets for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and each ticket has it's own special number. It's like waiting to have an abscessed tooth removed and you're fifteenth on the list.
There was a financial guy on Neil Cavuto's show last night talking about the lottery. He said that 62% of all winners go broke within some such time frame. Obviously, it's the cause of other social ills; divorce, alcoholism, etc.
Except for a couple of million I'd give mine all away. I'm a huge fan of St. Charles Preparatory School in Columbus. My youngest son attended the all-male high school. It's the best ever. They'd get a big chunk of cash. Fr. Lutz is the pastor of a Catholic Church, Holy Family, on West Broad Street in downtown Columbus. They have zero funds and he ministers to drug addicts, prostitutes and the mentally challenged. He feeds 1500 people a day at their food center and these are all hot meals. Fr. Lutz would receive a windfall. Lizzie and I would have to 'adios' Dublin for awhile to escape all the folks who have sob stories, especially relatives.
Know what is a big mistake for the folks who bet every day on the lottery? It's having special numbers; birthdays, anniversaries, children's birth years. Think how miserable they'd feel if they missed the big prize by one. Their entire day would be ruined. They'd be in a real bad mood and go home and beat the wife or dog, whichever got in their way first. As for me, I'm a random picker. Then when the numbers are announced and the winner isn't from the scum hole gas station where I purchased the ticket I'd throw it away without a look see. Who knows, I may have won a lesser prize, like getting my dollar back. But I don't care. After all, it's only a buck.