Ick this feels uncomfortably awkward and disrespectful to folks struggling with substance abuse and/ or mental health things. Plus it's just badly written.
This whole flash nano thing is about stepping out of comfort zones. And sometimes stepping out of comfort zones means writing ick. Next time, fail better. For now, I carry the shameful burden of self-conscious ick on my shoulders.
Flashnano25
Day 9
Prompt: Start with the end
I won the lottery. Not being a smart ass here. I’m not talking about a one buck scratchie. I’m talking big stuff. Yeah. The fifty thou for twenty years. It will be life for me, the way things are going. Not complaining. Just being real.
I know what some folks are saying. That I have no right to the money. Fuck that shit.
Listen, wait. Don’t walk away, okay?
I got the ticket fair and square. Not my fault that the loser who bought it didn’t double-check. Who doesn’t double-check? An ungrateful asshole that’s who. And you know, he littered. He crumbled it up. Dropped it in the parking lot right outside the packie like it was nothing. Believe that? Right next to his fancy ass Lexus. Fancy ass Lexus. I want a fancy ass Lexus.
Yeah, I got his license plate. One of those vanity ones. Hard to forget. No, I’m not telling you the license plate. I know you people can trace these things.
I may prefer my refreshments in liquid form, that is true. Doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Not at all. Not one bit stupid.
And it’s not like he signed his name to the thing or anything. I signed mine. So, you know, finders keepers.
What will I do with all that money? I’m not giving you any of it. Don’t even ask. Don’t even.
Maybe buy a house. Get a coat. Donate some.
Huh. Who am I kidding. Donate some my ass.
Though there’s this soup kitchen. You know? Down near St. John's? They’re real nice even when I’m, how shall I say, under the weather. They treat me normal, like a human. With dignity like. I used to have dignity you know. Did you know that? I did.
Maybe I’ll talk to the soup people. Maybe I can help them. Maybe they can help me.
Here, you want a sip. Want some? It’s good, really. Warms me up just right. Don't worry it's not the hard stuff. Doc at the free clinic. You know the free clinic in the valley. Says the hard stuff will kill me. So now I drink this Mad Dog mostly. You know Mad Dog? Burns like a sonofabitch. I mostly drink it. But sometimes I have the hard stuff too. You can have some if you want. I got money now. You can stay. I’ll get more. No. Okay you gotta go. I know. You go. I'll be here. I'm always here.
Except when I'm at the soup place or the valley or once my son came and took me out to Olive Garden. You know Olive Garden. All you can eat at the Olive Garden. That was fine. Fine times. I gave him the lottery ticket. He's going to get cash for me. Get me set up in a nuity. An uity. Annuity. Coming back soon. Real soon. Waiting here so he finds me soon. This is where we met. He told me to wait here. So I do. I wait here.
Geez it’s cold out. So cold so cold so cold. Alone and cold. So cold.
Hey you. Yeah, you.
Want a sip? C’mon. Really. It's good. Not the hard stuff. Just the Mad Dog. You know Mad Dog?
Hey, did I tell you? I won the lottery.
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