They found them in the side lot of the yellow store, the driver clinging to his lucky penny in a death wrestle of index finger and thumb. The passengers lucky dime was laying luckless on the strip of five 1 dollar scratch tickets that lay...luckless in his lap. They were covered with scratch ticket residue, on their laps, their shirts, the floorboard of the truck was ankle deep in the stuff. The dashboard was so fully littered with losing tickets it was a driving hazard.
They were scratchheads...and they paid the price of supporting education in Texas with their lives.
Poor bastards...they thought they were doing something good...and it killed them.
Poor bastards.
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