“You need to write,” I imagined the God I don’t believe in saying. “I do,” I said. “So write,” that God says. “I am,” I said. And it was true. My mission in the afterlife I described my life this way: “Heaven with slower internet.” I’m living in the afterlife—a place a lot like Heaven, but with slower internet.
> ' “That imaginary reader is a kind of an a**hole for real,” affirmed an imaginary friend of the imaginary a**hole reader.'
That line is hilarious!! Ones friends REALLY know. :)