So as a cruise around on my Bianchi bicycle and spot a discarded ticket, I pick it up. Then I put it in my pocket – germs don’t frighten me – and head on my way. Once at my destination, the anticipation is as thick as the inner thigh of a Krispy Kreme addict. I scan the ticket in hopes of a win. Nope, not a winner. I check the second and third even more carefully. Nope, no winners.

I haven’t won yet. But I won’t stop not buying tickets. If you look at this way, you may start too. One, you’re getting to play the lottery without losing money. Two, you’re cleaning up trash from the streets.

Come back to check my ticket status. As of today, I’ve removed 10 tickets from Atlanta’s streets. Hey, I may even post some photo’s of the losing tickets. And hopefully someday, the winning ticket. We all can dream