dude

you invest all your money in the stock market and it's amazing because everything you invest in makes crazy amounts of money and before you know it you've tripled your winnings.
the weird thing is that while your monetary life keeps getting better and better, your personal life seems somehow jinxed.
your grandfather dies.
you buy a house for your mother but then when you take her to see it she breaks her ankle.
and then the house burns down.
and cops arrest you for being a drug dealer or something like that.
so you figure the money's cursed, right? but then you remember how you used to be in an insane asylum and that one guy there used to always repeat that series of numbers over and over to the point that the numbers have always stuck with you.
"one... eight", he used to say, "one.. eight... one... eight..."
and then you remember that when you found that quarter you put it in slot machine #18.
the numbers must be cursed!
freaky, hu.
then you travel to sydney and on the way back your plane crashes.

and it more or less sucks for everyone involved.

THE END