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A MOMENT OF LUCIDITY

So I was sprawled in a lounge chair by the pool today, enjoying a libation with The Bride, and was trying to explain to her, patiently, for the Smite of the Lord impaired, that I was a Golden God, by virtue of both genetics, and my own self-absorption.

She flicked her cigarette into the shrubbery, exhaled slowly, and said "What the fuck ever."

I shall take that as independent verification, and change my business cards accordingly.