Sunday, April 06, 2008
Jonathan Peabody was full of hot air. He had spent his life as a highly successful negotiator of private liability – ergo, a lawyer. Lies had slipped as easily as spittle from his tongue and when he had died, at the hands of a man for whom he had sued the LAPD for wrongful arrest, he descended naturally to the Malebolge. In place of the normal punishment for such sins which involved the application of debilitating diseases, Jasfoup had won a prize for innovation. Jonathan was instead filled inflated like a balloon and floated up to the vault of Hell. The jagged stalactites would then piece his tormented soul, returning him to the lava pits to renew the cycle.