As he spent his last dime on the blackjack table, Shabba could not believe he had just wasted an entire three generations of hard work on a game. His great grandfather, grandfather & fathers legacies all shriveled into dust as the dealers King added to their existing Ace. 

"Blackjack" shouted the dealer, as Shabba watched 500K get wiped from their posession. 

After a short journey to a local park, Shabba opened his mouth and firmly pressed his grand fathers prized gun against the roof of his mouth.

"I guess it's my time to end it all now" he said under his breath. "Goodbye world".  

Carmen sits on a wooden bench by a large tree and stares at the scene from a distance. She wonders what in the world this poor soul is feeling and why did he think there's no way out of this.

Money comes and goes all the time, specially in this world of ours. Getting things back here is relatively easy and losing shouldn't be a reason to give up.

As these thoughts go through her mind, the scene unfolds and she thinks of standing up and doing something, but suddenly she stops herself.

"That's a thing he need to do for himself."

She sits back down and keeps staring.

As the cold US steels barrel touches the roof of Shabba's mouth, he glances over & see's a very attractive female staring back at him.

"Wait" he thinks. "If I end it all now, I will never get another chance to speak to that woman". 

*Shabba removes the gun from his mouth, & discards it in the metal mesh wastebin to the left of him*. 

"I can do this" he thinks, as he stands up & composes himself. "It's only money" he remarks. 

As the man puts the gun into the wastebin, Carmen feels relieved. 

She stands up and goes to the sidewalk, where a cab is waiting for her. Before getting into the car, she looks at the man and gives a slight nod as if saying "good choice".

She enters the cab and leaves, wondering if their paths will ever cross again.

As Shabba slowly walks up the cold wet streets of New York, he spots a wandering singular small sheet of paper gently blowing in the wind towards him. 

"Ah, these streets aren't as clean as they used to be" he says to himself as he picks the ticket out of the air. 

*Shabba glances at the ticket as he walks towards the trash can*

"It's a lottery ticket" he enthusiastically states. 

"surely not" he thinks. 

*Shabba walks towards the newsagent window, and holds up the ticket to the corresponding weekly window display*

The numbers show : 1,3,11,49,51. 

"HOLY COW" Shabba screams. "Yaba-daba doo!!". 

Shabba has just won the jackpot of $1,000,000 USD!!