I saw a man win the lottery and I thought Now I will never win. His luck was mine: the drink he bought me is my one hundred and thirty nine million dollars. My fortune was to help this man, fawn-trembling with windfall and birth pangs of new wealth, uncollapse in a street. Moonbat, he said from the ground, fingers in my hair, call all your friends, we will drink all night, I am a millionaire. I can’t, I said, I have no friends. We will buy you some right now he said, but then I stepped back gasping, philanthropy

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