Here is snidbit of "Get Me to the Parthenon on Time!", one of my 16 short stories in my upcoming book:
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We landed in Athens and my mom was feeling the jet lag.
My ass, on the other hand, had taken two sleeping pills, ate a pot brownie, had a glass of red, and downed a valium on the plane. So, after sleeping the entire flight, I was feeling alive and powerful! Like a god of olden times: Zeus! (Well, maybe more like Apollo…or maybe even more like Aphrodite…yet still oh so powerful, damnit!)
