Lyrics that could perfectly fit an Alanis Morissette classic (“Ironic”) is happening right about now, ironically.
Ooh. Ooh. Lemme finish:
“He played his WHOLE DAMN LIiiiife. To win that ticket.
As the time ticked downnnn…the muthasucka’s missin.’
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t cha think?
A little tooooo ironic… Yeah I really do think.”
With “National Signing Day” upon us and all the youngins squealing are screaming after being accepted into colleges the world over, and high school ball players preparing to start their college hoop dreams. Great, yet, somewhere else in the world some funky landfill is $63 million dollars rich—in the next 3 hours or so.
Say hello at being the envy of all the dirty rats, pissy diapers and broken bottles oh paper ticket.
Somebody in L.A is walking around not even knowing that they could’ve been rich and (little do they know) are subscribing to my refusal to chase sh/t philosophy that leaves me oh-so nice and spiritually at peace amongst all the angst in atmospheres around me: “You can’t miss what you never had. What’s yours is on its way to you.”
You see, California Lottery officials are doing inventory and reporting that by 5p PST, somebody had better get to signing on this National Signing Day.
Because after 5 p.m., that $63 million dollar Super Lotto Plus ticket bought at a 7-Eleven convenience store in Chatsworth last August (2015) and has yet to be claimed.