Wherein I discuss crutches and burning everything to the ground.
Wherein the mafia finds a consigliere and border walls talk breaks narrative voice.
Wherein we discover that blind dates are a form of torture in Hell just like on Earth.
Wherein we see that the Sodomites brought the party but not the snacks, and review a single corporate memo from Hell’s CEO.
Wherein communication and the value of physical print books is explored with a well meaning mother.
Wherein I discuss the importance of constructive criticism and the value of those with eccentric sleeping habits.
Wherein we discuss empty coffers and the vices of Netflix binging.