A Play on the Impossible

Last night, at 7 p.m., I bought my first ever lotto ticket, er, actually, ticketS. With five lotto tickets in my hand, a dream in my mind, and a hungry look in my eyes, I sat down in front of sister's computer (I can't afford to replace my stolen computer yet) to check the winning number. Who can say no to a $110 Million possibility?

Someone in South Pasedena didn't and won, while I'm remain here with five pieces of scap paper in a corner.