Okay, so my friend calls me this morning and tells me I need to go to the local deli and buy a mega million lottery ticket because, you know, it’s a massive fucking jackpot, and i should go and buy a lottery ticket. i ask her point blank if she wins what she would do with the massive money, and she says, without missing a beat, i’d be very, very VERY happy. i ask her if she would share this massive money with any of her friends, and she kinda giggles and says, “oh, no, but i would be very very VERY happy.” and i say, “well, if i won, i would definitely share some of the money with my friends,” and she asks: “really, you would?” and i say, “yes, but not with you, because you wouldn’t share with me, and why should i share with you if you don’t wanna be generous with me?”
she laughs. a cute little giggle. my friend is cute, but maybe not as generous.
then i speak with another friend in NYC who tells me she wouldn’t give me a penny.
not a frickin’ penny.
obviously, i am way more generous than that friend.
i am in my pajamas. and to be quite honest, a pair of really worn pajamas – green & black pajama top and black pajama bottoms (yes, with some small holes). I slip into my striped (multi-color) rain boots and run downstairs where I run into ken who is doing something with wood. you know, some guy thing. maybe he’s making wood piles, or building a fire in the wood burning stove … anyway… i tell him i need to go to sisters deli and buy a lottery ticket, a mega millions lottery ticket, and he asks why, and i look at him and i say, “why?” and he says, “yeah, why?” and i say “well, ken i feel lucky.” and he says, “well, i’m not feeling all that good.. you know, my stomach still hurts and i feel a bit queasy, and …” i cut him off. I do one of those gigantic waves with my hand and say, “hey buddy, i feel fucking lucky. me. i feel so fucking lucky that not only could i win the mega fucking millions, but i feel like i could win an entire country plus a car dealership.”
“i’m going to sisters deli,” i tell him.
he tells me he’ll drive me.
he can tell that i am lucky.
he can see that.
i am lucky.
i am wearing pajamas and rain boots and my hair is a complete weird mess, and i have ten bucks to spend on a mega lottery ticket. he has stomach cramps and is covered – completely covered – in wood chips.
as we pull out of our driveway, honest to god, i feel like we’re randy & eve quaid.
we go to sisters deli. our local little wonderful corner deli, and being that i have never bought a mega millions lottery ticket before i am so excited i can burst. i tell the cashier that i feel very, very, very lucky.
she tells me everyone feels lucky.
the guy behind me says he doesn’t feel lucky.
i look at him.
i ask him why, “why don’t you feel lucky?”
he shrugs. you know the kinda shrug that says: i don’t know why, i just don’t feel lucky.
I squeeze his shoulder. and i say, “you’re lucky. trust me, BELIEVE ME, you are lucky.”
i buy my mega million lottery ticket… and as i walk out of the deli, i hear him say to the cashier: “i’m feeling a little luckier, i’ll buy one too.”
and that my friends, is called keeping HOPE alive, as in: i hope HOPE he wins.