Hey!
So I met your fucking God yesterday in the parking lot of Good Hope Center, he was very tall and dressed up smart even for a Tuesday morning. I went up to meet the guy and stared straight into his eyes, they were nice, but nothing spectacular, glazed over and only one colour. He mumbled some rehearsed set of lines as if trying to convince himself, then he shuffling with his shopping bags and akwardly walked away.

And I wondered... what he had brought that day? And where he was headed? And did he know about the rapes and muggings happening in walking distance?

And I wondered what was his favourite cheese? Or if had he watched the latest Dreamworks picture on his 80inch plasma screen? Or if he had thought about the starving kids who found the coolest stones to play with?
Did he tip his car guard for karma? Or only because I was watching?

Could I get into heaven by adding him on Myspace?
Or is there a membership fee on jesussaves.com?

I wondered all this until I felt sick.
And then I bought the latest iPod, damn, 24 million Gigs of space.
My friends are going to be so jealous.

(I don't hate God, you just don't know him like I do)