So I went to Hell again last week. I’m from Texas, so it was good to go someplace with better weather. There was this charming music store where at least six attendants greet you. Odd thing about the music store in Hell. They have no issue with you playing “Stairway to Heaven.”
With six attendants, it was a little hard to try anything out and while I like to play a ocarina and a penny-whistle, I’m not about to use something from Hell that was in someone else’s mouth. When I left, they insisted that I keep the accordion they handed me. They said it was part of their public outreach program.
Art by AI (Midjourney). Elements prompted, guided, and selected by Robert Strawn 2022
