Scratch

I want to do a short film called "Scratch."

When I stopped in to pick up a latte for Lee one day at the Sheetz I sat down at the table and waited and there is a perfect view of both the lottery machine and the scratch off tickets.

There was so much drama there you wouldn't believe.

People who bought the most lottery tickets were always the ones who 1)wore awful "finery" (ugly fur, gaudy jewelry, bad watches, 1940s hats) that they thought made them look affluent but instead made them look ridiculous or 2)looked like crack addicts who were using their kid's milk money for this.

These people (usually the couples) fight ridiculously over the numbers and getting thing's right, as though they know exactly what to pick "if you'd only listen to me..."

But you can't film those kinds of people. They will get pissed. It would have to be a hidden camera.

"I should have said...OMG are you Aretha Franklin!" to the one lady. Because she was so tryin' to be. It would have made her day. Or else I would have gotten cuffed by her fancy man. Who looked like he was going for a Morris Day look.

But hey...you gotta be in it to win it.

I salute their optimism.

And the money supports living death. At least in Pennsylvania.

It even says that on the ticket somewhere: "Thank you for supporting living death."