So I helped out at the store today -- thought about not going because Father dismissed me after 15 minutes on Thursday -- and what do I see? Father packing a bunch of scratch-off tickets, most of them big because they were barely bought, into a bag.

Now later I saw him preparing to return a couple packets and activating one. I checked the numbers; the ones he's returning a lot older than the one he activated, so that's cool. Still, I don't think there's a starker indication the store's closing than cutting off the lottery machine. Once he does that -- man, I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do.