Actually, how I got to see hell is a funny story. You see, *clears throat* …
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wilderness,
For I had wandered from the straight and true.
I had taken one too many bribes while in local government (how else was I going to keep myself in Prada?) and found myself wracked with guilt after a few bottles of wine, stumbling through a forest looking for a decent place to throw up. And then I thought I saw a long-dead scholar idol of mine, and I was like “OMG Virgil!”
And Virgil was like “OMG Dante!”
And then we totally hugged.
And Virgil was like, “Dante you’re such a loser. You should stop being a loser and be awesome instead.”
And I was like, “But Virgil, I don’t know how to be awesome. Will you show me?”
And Virgil was like, “No dude I can’t, I’m totally dead! And I was a giant Roman heathen anyway. But since you’re already trippin’ (never mix shrooms and wine, dude) I can take you on a journey through hell so you can see what happens to losers who don’t become awesome before they die.”
And I was like “WOOO! ROAD TRIP!”
And I was like “WOOO! ROAD TRIP!”
And Virgil shook his head and was like, “You are so wasted this may as well be a Contiki tour.”
And I was like “WOOOO –”
And then I threw up.