Friday@FiveSharp
ft. Kitodar Todorov
 
I'm in Sofia.
Damn it, I'm still in Sofia.
It's been eleven days and eight hours since I last won anything over 2 leva.
Not a single prize over 2 leva.
In all that time I've scratched exactly
93 tickets.
An average of
eight a day.
Without these three.
At least one of them should be a winning ticket.
It should be.
I got the first one
at the gas station on the ring road
For the second one I
specifically went  to a super in Obelya.
The third one I bought here.
Near the train station.
They say there are a lot of winning tickets in these parts.
A lot.
A lot...
No.
Nothing.
Nothing once again.
I wake up every morning and...
there's nothing.
Just like I had said next to nothing to my wife
for more than a year
before that final "yes"
as she filed for a divorce.
Simply...
nothing.
Every minute spent not scratching a ticket
is making me weaker.
And "they" are getting stronger.
The "others".
The "others".
They all are scratching.
Without cease.
Around the clock.
I can feel the fine aluminum dust from the
scratched cards sticking to their fingers.
I can feel it gently sprinkling over their car seats.
Over countless kitchen counter tops and sofas.
And underneath it, unraveling,
are marvelous ladybugs,
pyramids
and sevens.
Lots of sevens.
All of them boding countless riches and that
other life.
The good life.
Maybe I should get away from Sofia. Go somewhere.
The big prizes seem to be always getting won outside Sofia.
Maybe I should move to Madan.
Or to Karlovo?
Yes - to Karlovo.
Or t-to Mezdra?
Mezdra sounds lucky.
The most important thing is to get away from Sofia.
It's about time I got away from Sofia.
No, no-no.
The most important thing is to not stop thinking positively.
The most important thing is to not lose hope.
I'm certain that everything's going to be alright in the end.
There's no way I don't win.
Think positively.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Everyone keeps saying there's a lot of winning tickets in Banishora
I need to get back there.
I need to outrun the "others". "They" are there. I'm sure of it.
I can hear them scratching.
God damn it.
I really want a cigarette.
But if I buy a pack I miss out on two tickets.
What if the prize is in one of them?
The jackpot.
One million.
If I had a million I would buy all the
cigarettes in the world... and coffee.
All the coffee in plastic cups in the world.
I'll be sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes
all day and all night until I start vomiting.
I just need to win.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Before my wife left it was better.
Besides my eight tickets a day she also bought
four or sometimes five a day.
And our chances were much higher.
It's ok.
Fuck her.
Whereever she might be.
I'm continuing on my own.
Eight tickets a day isn't that bad.
Fuck my piece of shit brother.
He isn't buying any tickets. He wants his son to study abroad.
So he's saving the money.
Fool.
He's always been a fool.
Since he was little.
Fuck them all.
I'm winning the million on my own and spending it on my own.
On cigarettes and coffee in plastic cups.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
Positive thoughts.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of walking around today.
And today isn't a lucky day anyway.
I read that in my horoscope
in the newspaper.
I'm getting back home to get some sleep.
So that I'm well rested tomorrow.
I'm going to win tomorrow.
I'm sure of it.
I just need to get back to Banishora.
Banishora.
I need to get back to Banishora.
I need to get back to Banishora.
I need to get back to Banishora.
Positive thoughts.
Positive...
to Banishora.
Positive...
to Banishora.
Positive...
Oooh.
