I was still single, and I had been since the week before my lottery win. At that time my wife of six years had finally decided she wanted to be young and free again, and in the ultimate irony I had left the court room much poorer and single, and had immediately bought the ticket that fixed everything my wife hated. She hadn't liked that I was fat, but then again so was she. She hadn't liked the amount I drank, but she drank too, and she hadn't liked my job that kept me away from home so regularly. Our sex life had almost dried up entirely, and I think...