he won the lottery circa 2016 or so. The Lost Weekend.

Good ole cuz.

It was a legendary story, and usually, our sensibilities keep us from sharing it to too many outsiders, but there was a cousin.

Let's call him Boo Jack, or Grape Nut or Apple Jack.  Names aren't that important, yer know, yarblockos.

He had won the princely sum of 10 million in one of the lottery pools.  And back in the day when this happened, they did indeed publish the names of all the winners, just know.

On Thursday, he claimed his winnings then drove away in the afternoon.

Monday morning, there he was, overdrafted in his bank account, same clothes, same truck, same old stupid Grape Nut of a cousin he was.

In fact, he hadn't even changed his underwear, but came back from the weekend broke, and less than broke, because remember he's overdrafted at the bank.

He's in the hole, is this Grape Nut, Honey O, Sugar Smack.

The thing was, we could but wonder what in the heck happened to his 10 million in just a few days.

We never knew, and he never told.  These days, he's underground, with a stone at his head with it inscribed, "...and them two women thought the world of me." This was inscribed by his aunt, who thought of herself and her mother, thinking so very much of the Grape Nut, with a certain dusty excellence, or excellence about his tire ruts or something, one of many that took his moment unto himself, away from the world.

That was.  Thursday Night.

Friday.

Saturday.

Sunday.

Rolling back in his beat-up truck on Monday morning, not just broke, but actually in debt to the tune of seven hundred dollars.

People like baseballer and Yankee great Alex Rodriguez put there money into something that generates income, in his case rental properties.

Some gloriously wealthy people invest in stocks, to the extent that the dividends provide their income for much of the year.

Some kind souls give their money away, not just in church tithe, but to other causes, like the Red Cross, or Chelsea Clinton.

Some people even make a profit by talking about politics, or shining their butt in online videos.

Economic Activity.

They would gradually multiply their wealth through some objective purpose.

But not Sugar Smack.

We don't know, if it was bad bets, or substance abuse, maybe a horrendous cocaine binge, or something else, but 10 million dollars disappeared, was gone on the fifth day.

Apple Sauce even had stooped so far to ask his granny to pay for him a nice cold Mtn Dew that last morning.  She was stunned when he revealed his 10 million was gone, but such it was, and there was not turning back to reclaim the money.

She gave him 2 dollars to buy him a nice 20 ounce piece of heaven, and that was his return to society, the ironies popping like bacon grease.