God-
I have a question.
Are the hounds of hell vicious dobermans or big floppy-eared, wrinkled-skin hound dogs?
If it’s the latter, I’m thinking hell might not be such a bad place after all.
I can totally see myself spending eternity with a lazy-ass floppy-eared hound named Duke, who sleeps away his days on my front porch, waiting for his call to duty on those special days I feel like going bird hunting.
But if the hounds of hell are big rotweillers, pit bulls, or dobies, forget it.
The thought of my spending eternity continually being chased by some big-toothed, slobbering evil fuck named Hercules; well, that kind of sickens me.
W/B when you can, I’m trying to figure out which direction I want to go.
Love,
Diego
