Tell you the truth, I never wanted to be a god. My daddy insisted, and when he insisted there wasn’t no arguing. I flunked the Ivy League colleges, and wound up at a divinity school in Big Sur. Surf was up, sand was golden, and oh, so were the babes, begging your pardon, ma’am. I skipped most of the seminars and just scraped by, mostly thanks to the old man’s string-pulling. Only miracle I learned was the water-to-wine scam. This war zone is my first posting. Heaven, ma’am, is another word for nepotism, you dig? Cronies of the Almighty get the stable democracies, leaving us nobodies to stick
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