Are you still fighting the good fight for equality?
While examining my punk Lottery Ticket just the other day a thought flitted across my mind: What if luck were equitably distributed? It apparently isn’t. I must have used up my whole allotment in a single mortar attack. From that time to this I haven’t experienced anything one might boastfully describe as “good luck”. And from time to time folks have said of me: “You’re lucky to be alive.” My response is: “That and fifty cents always got me a cup of coffee.”