Lottery Ticket

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She told me that I
shouldn’t spend
my last ten bucks
on a lottery ticket.
I said, “fuck that.”
And then I spent
my last ten bucks
on a lottery ticket.
She called me stupid.
I called her a cunt.
Then I scratched off
the ticket.
“Ha!” I yelled,
and I shoved
the ticket in her face.
I won twenty bucks.

DEAD RED FISH

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

25 thoughts on “Lottery Ticket”

  3. So does the end justify the means or is she upset you called her a cunt? Did you prove anything? What if you lost would she ever shut up about it? I think I’m on my way to a coffee shop with a bottle of whiskey and will buy some lotto tickets at the 7-11 as well. Maybe I’ll get laid if I pretend I am you.

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