To highlight federal disinvestment and the resulting absurdity of a lottery that seems pulled from the pages of any number of disturbing novels about our future, I purchased a lottery ticket every day during this nine-day housing wait list enrollment period. Powerball, Mega Millions, scratch-offs — I played them all. If I won, I reasoned, I'd house some people. At the very least, I'd see which lottery was more effective in ending the homelessness of our most vulnerable neighbors. As it turned out, I won exactly one dollar — not even enough to copy a front door key.