So far, I haven’t become a millionaire.  In fact, I have to confess to flirting with failure with my 2011 resolution.  My ticket purchases have been a little (a lot) on the sporadic side.  Maybe it’s the line inside the gas station.  I stood there a few times with a $5 bill waiting to buy my chance at easy money, but it felt pretty sordid–kind of like driving by church on Sunday morning and seeing the full parking lot that your car isn’t in. When I stopped for lotto tickets last week, the teenager behind me in line had a couple of monster drinks.  The woman ahead of me appeared to be stocking an entire bomb shelter with cigarettes.  The woman next to me (the queue line was fuzzy and I wasn’t really sure which of us was next) had two sixpacks of really cheap beer.  Either I have to give up gambling, or I have to take on some other bad habits if I ever hope to fit in at the gas station convenience store.  Maybe I really do need some candy bars.  They’re 3 for a buck on Tuesdays.