Larry Weissman

It isn't over til...

He rolled over in bed, the sheets wrangled around his ankles and feet. He couldn't believe he had squandered it all. All his life, just wanting a little extra, and finally hitting a nice sum with a scratcher. He did good with it, before he spent any on himself. He gave some to his mom, his buds and a few relatives that did not come asking for help once they heard of his win. He kept being frustrated as to why he didn't think ahead, why he didn't save a little, not realizing eight months later that the government would come for their share.