Going to be a good year
To say that it's been a hell of a month would be an understatement. My divorce had been finalized on a Wednesday and the following Sunday morning while watching the news in my small apartment came the story on how the winning powerball number had been picked at the store just down the street. I pulled my ticket out of my wallet and son of a bitch, it was mine. It wasn't the largest of jackpots but when all was said and done I had just over seventy-five million in the bank, a new Smith and...