[ WP ] Every single person in the world suddenly forgets how to read .

I run out the door of the lottery office with the paper in hand. Cold sweat covers my brow as I dive into the truck and my partner takes off. We're going to be rich. On this paper are the winning numbers to a $ 350 million dollar powerball. All it took was years of planning the heist. We could use these numbers the day of the drawing and win. No one would know of our plan. We left no trace, painstaking attention made sure of that. Tommorow we would both be kings. I could n't stop laughing. No more was Connor Batilla the loser. I was no longer the poor kid in school, or in more recent years, the dude who could n't quit his dead end, back breaking job because of his desperation for money. Tonight will be the last night I go to bed hungry. We had created a certainty that we would have the winning numbers. Jack and I had overcome all odds. Every bitter fool who said we'd never escape poverty would soon be proven wrong. The feeling of triumph was immeasurable. 
 
 As we park the truck in a safe location. Jack looks to me with a euphoric gleam in his eye. 
 
 `` Well, lets see what fateful numbers will change our lives. I ca n't go another minute without knowing.'' I slowly take the paper out of my pocket. It's folded up. with a small motion, the ticket out of hell will be before my eyes. The greatest moment of my previously miserable life has come. I will never forget these numbers. I flick open the paper and my eyes immidetiately scan the fresh ink on the paper. 
 
 Neither Jack or I can read a single fucking thing. 
 
 
 I really do hate my life. 
 

