You ask what the winning number of that 200 million dollar lottery is. The rope of guts whispers in your ear, imprinting it in your mind while splatering little specks of fecal matter into your hair. You buy a ticket after scraping together change. It wins. You are 97 million dollars richer after taxes. Hell yes! You have to shave your head bald because the shit won't wash out of your hair, but it was all worth it!