Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 29, 1992
Transcript:
Zonker: I'll never forget the night of the lottery, dad. A friend told me I was number 27...I was devistated. I though I'd been handed a death sentence. I went back to my room, turned out the lights, and just stared out the window at the city...As a light snow began to fall, two young revelers tumbled out of a bar into the street, laughing and shouting with joy. In one night, it seemed, an entire generation had been neatly divided into winners and losers. Zonker's dad: Wow...that's powerful image, son. Zonker: Yeah. Turned out they were just a couple of Danish sailors, but it stayed with me.