“I’m a chisler, really. Chisling this, chisling that. A sculptor, really. But, I’ll keep you laughing. Kind of a dork… My buddy, Urbo, and Suburbo and I are always looking for something – trouble, fun, you name it. We take it seriously. We have to; we’re desperate. Sad, really. Who knows, might win the lottery. It’s happened before. Millions upon millions.“
Rura scratches away the silver coating from the lottery ticket, and what do you know? Rura wins her money back. The letdown is palpable, the air exiting the room like a spent balloon. But, Rura won’t give up. Look. Everyone’s laughing now; Urbo, Suburbo, and I. Rura’s laughing too. Maniacally.

