As the last Lotto number was read a sudden gust of wind blew the winning ticket from his hand, sending the slip of paper down through a sewer grate.

It began to rain again, soaking him as he lay unable to move in the tall weeds, waiting.

After shining his badge and checking his gun, Bart took a deep breath and prepared himself for the task at hand, the murder of the mayor for which he planned to blame the judge.

Dangling high above the city street by his ankles, Dick "Super D" Drook, a white rapper whose career was on the ascent, decided two things—that he should have thought twice about signing with a label called "Death to Whitey" and that he should have stuck to playing the trombone.

Through the crack in the wall Jose could see the the rest of the prison collapsing with the continued shaking of the ground that rattled his skull and shook the chain still attached to his leg.

I always knew that life was tenuous, a thin line between lying on the beach with a Margarita and being layed on a cold metal slab, but knowing sometimes just ain't enough.

"For a genius you sure can be dumb sometimes," said Vince, his .38 pointed squarely at Dr. Grum's chest.