GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME BANANAS!
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Introduction
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Living with post traumatic stress disorder
was hell.
What can I say?
Then, one day,
I walked into heaven and began to laugh.
HA HA HA HA
Just like that.
What would you know, huh?
It was 2003.
My insides had gone BOOM.
One of those explosions, you know?
Fun stuff.
And journaling my explosion,
I slipped
--unknowingly--
into another dimension
and I found myself landing on innocence
on beauty
on truth
on God
OH, MY GOD!
I LANDED ON GOD!
God: you called?
GEE WHIZ.
...
My written conversations with God
had become unstoppable ...
God (singing in the shower):
I'm unstoppable ...
that's what I AM ...
...and inspiration would pour
when I was in the shower, of course.
One morning, around 5 a.m.,
having been in and out of the tub a few times ...
'GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME BANANAS!"
I screamed politely to The Almighty.
And that was that. Bananas was born.