People with Spongebob tattoos have already died. People with Care Bear tattoos, Donald Trump tattoos, lots of people back in Massachusetts with shamrocks on their hands or necks. It’s a numbers game. You know the one about how every shoreline is really infinite? You know the one about the brother who always lies and the brother who always tells the truth? My grandfather lost his finger pulling bittersweet from a mower. Today someone died in a movie theatre, a Walmart, a baby shower, a Home Dept and a Lowes. Mr. Crescitelli told his fifth grade class that the lottery was a tax on people who don’t know math and then he got cancer twice but lived both times: number’s game. My father got a quick-pick for the MegaMillions with his paper on the way to work. If I ever lost a finger, I would get knuckle tattoos that said HARD WON