Sic Transit

“You know, I was God once.”

The bartender paused for a beat in wiping a beer glass. This served no special purpose other than having something to do with his hands ever since the smoking ban made it impossible to light a quick one.

“Nations bowed before Me, you know. Way back. I couldn’t move for sacrifices and they did a decent number of statues of Me. Some were quite flattering if you don’t mind Me saying so.” Continue reading