No, I wanted power but the real kind, the kind that was deeply rooted in fear and reverence, power and genuine cleverness that kept you at the top of the greedy pile of bodies that had tried and failed around you. Zeus’s kind of power. The kind built on blood, sweat, threats, and tears in credence of a lifestyle based on freedom of expression, brotherhood, and defiance of the man just because he was the fucking man. That was real power worthy of sacrificing your kids, their health and dreams for. I was willing to play the power game, but only if I was doing it by Zeus’s side and playing it his
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