I had the wildest dream last night. I dreamt that I won the lottery. It was a magnificent dream.
Just as I left the petrol station with my ticket, I heard the numbers over the radio of a passing car and realised that I had won fifty million dollars. I leapt in the air, and yelled, “YeeHaaw”.
I ran inside, knocking people over on my way to the clerk, and slammed my ticket down on the counter, demanding my cashola. The clerk called the officials and the local news media. People swarmed around me, as I kept a tight grip on the ticket like a child to a bottle.
The state lottery officials arrived and validated the ticket. They shook my hand and offered their felicitations.
We were directed outside where hundreds of people had gathered. The media van strobe lights were beaming into my retinas, as I ran outside. The clickety-clack of camera shutters reverberated through the station, as I stood in awe of the mass of people here to see little ol’ me.
“What do you plan on doing with the money?” A reporter from a fox affiliate pleaded, whilst ramming her mic in my face.
A great silence swept over the crowd awaiting my response.
“I will give a large sum to charity, and go make things right with an ex.. And, I’ll deposit the rest of my money in the Bank of England.”
A great gasp echoed through the crowd from right to left. People stood still, with their mouths agape.
“I’m just kidding…the Bank of Ireland”, I laughing muttered, as I took in the seriousness of the matter.
I had to go to the Supreme Court to get my money. By then a quarter of it had been sucked up by blood sucking lawyers.
I put my money in an international bank just to spite the haters. I picked up Dr. Don, Brian F., and we headed for Dublin.
The last thing I remember was buying everyone in the Temple Bar district a round of drinks.
What would you do, if you won the lottery?
I’d try to make a difference in this whacky world. Of course, I’d have to have Guinness and Bulmers air shipped to me wherever I would be.
I’d have to by the Playboy mansion for weekend excursions. 
I could ramble on about lost love and how much I wish I could rewind the clock, but I’m not going to. It’s not over ‘til it’s over.
Never underestimate a Davis.
P.S.: I sincerely apologise for not being around to pester the lot of you lately.
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I’d travel! Take my favorite friends to be around and just go wherever we felt like going!