Three years ago on this date I weighed less than 120 pounds. My near 6-foot frame was little more than skin over bones. I could barely lift a gallon of milk with both hands. My doctors said I had two months to live; maybe three, if I was lucky.
I very rarely play the lottery. It’s much more efficient to just flush money down the toilet than to waste time buying instant tickets, scratching them off and then looking for a trash can in which to deposit them.