SONG OF THE DAY: Is This The Future? (kudzu'd)

I got a lottery ticket at the robot kiosk the other night at the grocery store and tucked it into my wallet and forgot about it. I like to forget about them, because you have the moment of getting the ticket where you can briefly imagine not being crushed by a thousand minor debts all at once and then the big one comes along and bankrupts/homelesses you… that’s normal. But forgetting about it is great, because then I’ll remember, and for a few days I can be like, “Oh shit, what if I won?” and go back to that fantasy of not slowly being hustled and ground to death by capitalism. And there’s no need to rush off to my robot phone and check the ticket… let that bitch simmer with possibility in my wallet for a while longer. Eventually I’ll check it, and so far, I’ve never won anything more than a few dollars (which actually, the tickets I got the other night were cashing in a pair of old $4 winners from last fall), but it’s a good distraction from regular affairs. And sure, the lottery is an ignorance tax on people who don’t understand odds, I know that Smart Guy; but also, for I never spend more than $10, and the fantasy of not being stretched fuckin’ thin like a peasant on a medieval torture rack but one made of modern economic abstractions is a pretty fun fantasy, and way better than any movie I’ve seen in the past decade of my life, and those fuckin’ tickets are more than $10 these days, to watch some goddamn boring ass predictable movie. So being I have an imagination that gets bored with the basic predictability of movies, it’s a better use of my meager extra dollars to let that imagination run wild on escaping the reality of American economics. Anyways, I just remembered those lottery tickets I got from cashing in the old lottery tickets, just sitting in my wallet, while I was washing dishes just now, and I got excited about telling everybody at work to fuck off, and being able to finally afford that militia of orangutans armed with Kalashnikovs led by three rhesus monkeys with gold-plated 9mms. Their names will be Thought, Memory, and Corpus Callosum, and anytime there’s an important decision, I’ll consult with them, and we’ll do what Thought and Memory decide, unless there’s a tie, and then Corpus Callosum breaks the tie.