“Did you see them?” Wesley ignored the questions, he was so caught up in the experience. “The pillars arrived just before the sunrise. Did you s...e them coming?” Doc looked around at the pillars showing a complete lack of understanding.“Wesley, you’re disoriented,” he said, taking in his torn clothing. “You must have had quite a night. Here, drink this.” Doc held a flask against Wesley’s lips and dosed him with pitchy Greek wine. Wesley spluttered helplessly as Doc repeated the dose with. Oh, yeah, definitely, if I won enough money, I would sue the lottery commission for deceptive business practices in getting people to play, keeping them playing, and playing a shell game with the prizes and prize structure. Unfortunately, I’d be hard pressed to find a lawyer in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts who would take on the Lottery Commission. Have you ever noticed, too, that it is always the people who cannot afford to play who are faithfully playing? The beginning of the month when. .. a rigged college football game, I think, where he made it seem to be certain that the favorite team had been paid off so that the long-shot would win. Then he stung him, deep and way out of his ability to pay, so dad got the paper for this place! Like you ... your old man was always full of crazy ideas about how to improve South Hell and he was fixated on winning that long-shot to finance his plan. That, I think, is the real reason my dad scammed him ... honestly, I think it was done to try. I was a bit nervous but made it through. We headed back to the hotel, I walked her to the door, gave her a hug and a peck on the hand and said good night.The day of the gala, I was running some errands when I get a text from Bayley saying the limo driver was picking me up 20 minutes earlier than scheduled. I replied that I’ll be ready by then. As I was picking up my tuxedo, I saw my friends when one of them asked me for her autograph, he brought up his shirt. I put into a plastic bag I had with.