No Tomorrow

“Woohoo!” he yells, like a young Homer. You can see he’s happy – He’s won loads and loads of money. The lottery, you know.

Onto the phone, like there’s no tomorrow, He phones his mother in Europe – “Sixty Thousand!” he yells ecstatically, “And not a cent less!”

“Your mother is not well,” a foreign voice says. You can hear the news is not good – “A temperature of 106,” the voice continues, “Rising as we speak – I was about to call you …”

Funny that – saying there’s no tomorrow.