The Ticket Page #5

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to others.

I'm thankful

for everything I have.

I am deeply satisfied

with my life...

And everything in it.

I live for today,

and I enjoy what I do.

I do not compare myself

to others.

When were you going to tell me?

Do you think people

won't notice?

What are you going to do?

Keep it a secret?

Pretend you can see?

I can take care of this.

I can help you.

I don't need your help.

Yes, you do.

I can fix this.

How?

James, let me help you.

I don't need your help.

Thank you all for being here.

A man prays to god...

For 50 years.

The same prayer, every night.

"God, please let me

win the lottery."

Every single night.

Year after year.

"Please, god..."

"Let me win the lottery."

And finally an angel

goes to god,

and he says,

"god, this man has been

praying so long."

"Why don't you let him win?"

And god says,

"I'd love to help him,"

but he's never bought...

"A lottery ticket."

I look into this crowd,

and I see different faces.

I see old men and women.

I see young couples.

I see whole families..

Now, why are you all here?

Why are you all here?

I used to live like you.

I used to live like you.

I was saddled with debt.

And now...

Waste of time.

And I'm not... Anymore.

I talked to Dixon.

He can take

your responsibilities.

Ease off the load.

I'm thankful

for everything I have.

Deeply satisfied with my life

and everything in it.

I live for today,

and I enjoy what I do.

I do not compare myself

to others.

I'm thankful for what I have.

I'm deeply satisfied with

my life and everything in it.

I live for the moment.

I enjoy what I do.

I do not compare myself

to others.

Oh, god, god, god.

God... god, forgive... Oh, god!

Please, god.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please, god! Please, god!

Please... please. Please, god.

I'm f***ed!

Oh, god!

Please, god. Please, god.

Please, god!

Oh, god!

Please, god. Please, help me.

Please, god. Please!

Please. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, please.

Please, god.

Please, god.

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Please, god, please!

Please! Please! Please!

Please! Please! Please!

Oh, god! Oh, god!

Please, god!

Please!

Oh, god.

Oh, god!

Bob!

Bob, are you there?

Bob, I know you're there.

Bob, please!

Please open up, Bob!

Bob?

Bob?

Bob, please.

Bob?

Bob, please.

You have everything I want.

Everything I ever wanted.

And you messed it up!

Bob?

What, you think she's

gonna take you back now?

God!

You're no good.

You think she deserves you?

You know,

she still protects you?

She still understands you.

So, won't you crawl

on back to her.

Huh?

Crawl on home.

Get the hell out of my house.

Get out!

My god.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

- James?

- I'm sorry.

Do you need me to call a doctor?

- Are you...?

- No, no.

No.

You smell so good.

You can't do this to me.

I can't take you back.

You know that.

Shh...

Shh...

Shh...

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