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.