both the jackpots in new york's megalotto and that of manila have breached records. hundred plus million dollars in the big apple and double that, albeit in pesos, with the lotto in imelda's city of man.
woody allen: "if only god would give me some clear sign! like making a large deposit in my name at a swiss bank."
in front of the nearest deli that sells lotto tickets, saw a dollar, not crinkly, in fact, very crisp--must be from the cold--atop the Daily News bin. a kid, drowning in his over-sized, lint-infested bubble jacket, swiped the dollar just as i decided it was okay for me to adopt this orphaned bill.
sulked away from the lotto queue. went to the chinese, instead. bought hot and sour soup.
the girl at the counter, her facial skin so tight from the radiant heat of the open kitchen, did not drop a fortune cookie in my takeout bag. she must have been instructed, perhaps, to do it only for orders five dollars and up.