Just my luck, I know two who have won. A guy I grew up with (one of the guys I "experimented" with as a kid) won a million and my mother's handyman won 10s of millions. The first guy didn't need it, gave much of it to charity. The handyman coming into all that money sucked, not that I wasn't glad for him, but I had to find mom a new handyman and mom's guy was impossible to replace. Real nice guy, did a great job, made my brother and my life easier by being there for mom. Took us about three guys to find someone not as good but good enough.
My deep concern is that knowing two reduces further from chances of winning myself from zero to some negative number. I don't know to work that statistically without googling; just my intuitive sense of it.
That when I magically reach into the ethers of all knowledge, pretty sure that when it comes to the lottery, I'm fucked. However, having a soft spot for the underdog, in this case, me against the odds, I do put down a dollar--and I'm not a gambler--when it goes over a couple 100 million or so, quite a bit less the cost for a fun 3 minute fantasy than I pay monthly for cable TV that I hardly ever watch. Though I've already itemized the fantasy purchases on a saved Excel spreadsheet, with each year comes a catalogue of new designs of mega yacht to thumb through.
One dollar? You call it a tax. I call it bargain shopping.