Sometimes pride is good. Sometimes it is needed. But sometimes it can be the worse thing in the world. Andy was an ordinary guy until one he got an impulse to buy a scratch ticket. He went back to his house which was a small one story place (he had inherited it from his parents, there was no way in hell he could’ve bought it on his own). Well he got a quarter and began scratching away. “Holy shit,” Andy muttered to himself. It was a winner. $750,000. He knew this money would change his life. He wanted to celebrate so he went to Angie’s Bar. Since he was in a good mood he bought a round of shots for everyone. After he started getting drunk he started boasting about his winning scratch ticket that was still in his pocket. At 2:00 am Andy stumbled out of the bar. Two men followed him outside. And felt that he was about to puke so he went to the back of the bar and started puking. Those two men followed him there also. While still puking the one of the men pushed him up against the outside wall of the bar and stabbed Andy five times in the gut with his pocket knife. The man took the now bloody scratch ticket and cashed it in and split the money with the other man.