I remember the radio was playing. Martin Garrix had his song Animals and the beat was just about to drop before we left the car. It felt like I was detached from reality. It seemed like I was detached from my body and it was on autopilot. I was just an observer. When I saw the winning numbers for the lottery, I was in shock of disbelief. I saw the number 22-3-2-1-0-23 on the screen. I was jumping around the room and screaming at my co-workers. 50 million seems like alot for two people, but whatever as long as I am rich.

On our way to pick up our pot, I felt something heavy in my chest. I started to worry about what was going to happen in my life. I felt something squeezing my stomach and my vision was spinning. I never would have to worry money in my life again, but something felt wrong.

Now, I'm about to meet with Trevor. I want to know what happened to him these past 3 years. Some of the guys tell me that he lost all of his money and he has a drug problem. I used to get sick everyday since we won the money. Now, I almost got it under control.

I feel like this sickness came from the realization that my life was over since I won that money. In three years I feel like I have not accomplished anything. The only thing I have is these bunch of papers under my name that does't really mean anything.

It's been really hard this past 3 years. I started to learn that I couldn't trust alot of people. In 3 years, I've only spent 60 grand of my winnings. I didn't really know what I should do with it. I might indulge myself tomorrow and rent a canoe. I wanna feel the ocean and the calm breeze of nature. I feel this meeting would be a violent storm. Trevor will be here in two minutes. You better leave. I feel like something is crawling up from my stomach.