I thought I could change the world with money. Many will remember me and say I have, but, as my blistered feet ache upon pebbles of
dirt, the sorrow of my melodies may be heard through anyone who cared to listen. I abandoned my life, unable to look upon what I created, and gouged my eyes. Wherever I may walk, may I find eternal
peace. But if it means that much to you, I will tell you but for a loaf of bread. Thank You.
Yes, yes, I won the lottery and used my wealth to create the imaginations of my thoughts unto reality. Of which wealth I inherited more money than anyone could spend in a thousand life times. I bought only one ticket, once in my life. Would you by any chance happen to have any warm water for me to dip my bread? Oh thank you! But yes, how curious to see everyone around me shell out bundles of their income in hopes of winning, but I, won with a measly dollar. A whim, because my father said i always had incredible luck, for better or worse, but he said, "son, on your 21st birthday you should buy a ticket, with your luck, you never know. All that bad luck has to flip sometime."
He was right, and he was the first person to receive the first letter of many. They went to everyone in my family that had at least a drop of my blood in their veins. Over a hundred letters were sent, plain letters, and simple font saying, "sell everything you own and arrive at my doorstep with nothing but the clothes on your back. Then give me all your money."
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