In the beginning, there was nothing—until God got bored and created the universe. Tea spilled, stars were born, and bad decisions followed.
In MY BAD, the Almighty finally spills the celestial tea over a chipped mug of coffee at 4:17 a.m., confessing the Flood was an overreaction, Eve broke His heart, and free will might have been His worst idea yet.
Part roast, part redemption, this unfiltered autobiography reimagines Genesis through Judgment Day from the “what was I thinking?” perspective—blending sharp humor, spiritual honesty, and unapologetic truth.
If you’ve ever ugly-cried into your chai, wondering why the universe feels like a buggy beta test, this might be your divine intervention.
Warning: May cause laughter in pews, forgiveness at family dinners, and zero Fs given about pearl-clutching. Because even God admits: it’s all My Bad.