Eat shit cock suckers. Original stories about Depression.

Present time.
An 85 year old man, named Joe sits in his living room watching TV.
Alone.
Bored.
Miserable.
Nobody calls him anymore.
His wife dead.
His best friend doesn’t remember him cause of Alzheimer.
His son in prison for drug trafficking.
His daughter hasn’t spoken to him in years since their big fight.
His grandchildren haven’t either.
He is just waiting to die.
Five minutes later.
This 85 year old man is bursting out of joy.
He is practically jumping and dancing like a little boy that just got a new toy.
It’s even more then that.
You see:
He just won the lottery.
And He of all people knows.
That wasn’t just luck.
He played the same number for 60 fucking years.
Every single fucking week.
Never missed a goddamn week.
Four minutes later.
Joe lies dead on the floor
He wasn’t able to grab the phone, to call for help.
The stroke proved to be stronger.
All-though:
2 minutes earlier then that,
Joe realized that he is going to die.
He just knew.
For Joe death was like diaroia. You know that the shit is coming but you can’t do nothing anymore.
He gathered all of his strength and tried to move his body.
He managed to reach the little table next to the bed and grab the only thing that mattered.
Not the land phone.
Not the Cellphone.
But the lottery ticket.
He kept it in front of his eyes.
A single tear came out and then,
he swallowed it.
All the way down.
His last words?
He didn’t manage to speak, but he thought of them:
“Eat shit cock suckers!!!”
And then he died.
With a smile.