Such would constitute, the closest phenomena approximating winning the lottery cuz yours truly never blessed winning sizable, nor minuscule amount of money
beset with one after another setback token scapegoat (no kidding), plus puny size linkedin with spindle shank legs always bullied and derided as laughingstock.
Whether rich or dirt poor... since being young unemployed adult (yupper, poverty mine bane and, red badge of courage) the end result... thus, aye cannot imagine state of euphoria
(yea right Matthew Scott), so just halt such fantastical thinking, before being totally shushed up, nevertheless such luck would invariably catapult
me into doing a sommersault, pulling my weak back, (I got a week back) out in the process, how mine lovely bones would exult similarly and/or hypothetically
if lottery numbers I chose matched, more likely greater chance me getting struck while inside courtesy lightning bolt, or got automatically generated did score winning ticket - suddenly this dolt,
would find himself mobbed by strangers worse case scenario lured by paranormal and/or occult, perhaps stunned with tranquilizing gun subsequently kidnapped
courtesy sinister satanic cult comprised of rainbow goblins trumpeting moral turpitude, hence words of wisdom occurred best not to insult.
When awakened hours, days, weeks later parents (if still living at home) would spring into action renting out my former bedroom
to another heavily tattooed and pierced long haired pencil necked geek sporting dreadlocks the late Bob Marley would envy if still alive.
Castles in the air suckers' poor me, thought cha might care to dangle false promises and deliberately ensnare buzzfeeding gussied up
glittering essentially bupkis that doth blindingly glare finding meek geezer passively submitting theme of mein kampf - never ask for grandeur, which outcome would interfere with grist crafting poems.