The adventure continues.......
On the way to McDonalds you have a realism attack, and choose life. So you go to the airport. And fly to Melbourne, because you heard that one of the legendary wonderful KFC stores existed there. When you get there you buy a family all-you-can-eat pig-out KFC chicken basket. On your last chicken wing your chest tightens, you find it hard to breathe and keel over. You faintly remember that the F in KFC stands for fried. You wake up in the Alfred Hospital bored. Your health insurance is not valid here, and you are stuck in a ward full of grumpy old folk, and there is no tv. "Screw this", you say out loud. You rip the tubes out of your arm, and head downstairs. At a kiosk outside the ward for the terminally ill you see they are selling Lotto tickets. You buy one, and the nice lady behind the counter tells you that it will be drawn in 30 minutes.
You get on a tram to St Kilda for some night life. The are large signs everywhere saying "I prefer a tram conductor". In St Kilda there is a Gay parade in progress. The atmosphere is very joyous. You join in the festivities and get extremely drunk. You wake up the following day in a park with a sunburnt face and a check for 1 million dollars in your pocket.
What do you do?
Climb up a palm tree and sing that old pop standard "I'm On Top of The World"
Lie there in the sun pondering over what happened last night.