content: Welcome to Hell I’ve been thinking about hell much lately. The definition of it, what you could call it. One could say it has dominated my thoughts and actions. What is hell ? Is it suffering of a physical sort ? Is that all it is? I don’t think so. What is hell? Well maybe hell is a night in Georgia when I was young and dumb with a girl briefly fumbling in the dark. Maybe Hell is her getting pregnant. Maybe Hell is deciding to the responsible thing and asking for her hand. Maybe Hell is her saying yes. Maybe Hell is having a child and being young and not having a job. Maybe Hell is deciding your wife and daughter are going to be better off without you and leaving them behind. Maybe Hell is drifting from state to state from dead end job to dead end job. Maybe Hell is the drink or the drugs. Maybe Hell is the cheap women you deserve and who deserve you. Maybe Hell is the country jail and the phones nobody ever picks up. Maybe it’s the first time that happens or maybe it’s the seventh. Maybe Hell is growing old alone trapped in trailers and rat-box apartments. Maybe Hell is the aches and pains of your body when it’s gotten so old and your still so young. Maybe Hell is when you have to pay for it. Maybe Hell is when your online and drunk watching porn. Maybe Hell is when the actress looks familiar. Maybe Hell is when you don’t know your own daughters face and can’t remember her name. Maybe Hell is when you recognize her. Maybe Hell is calling a number you didn’t think anyone would answer. Maybe Hell is when your wife picks up her phone. Maybe Hell is finding out your wife lost custody years ago. Maybe Hell is finding out what your daughters foster parents did to her. Maybe Hell is watching the videos and reading all the comments. Maybe Hell is learning she’s dead. Maybe Hell is knowing that overdosed and alone in some a city full of light and sins she never knew your face. Maybe Hell is putting a gun in your mouth and nothing coming to mind about why you shouldn’t pull the trigger. Maybe Hell is when you don’t. Maybe Hell is staring at the cracks in your apartments ceiling though the tears. Maybe, Maybe, Maybe.