They say that hell half no fury like a woman scorned but now that I’m in hell, I beg to differ. I did a lot lot of scorning, believe you and me. I’ve spent lots of nights sleeping in my car or on the sofa, but they weren’t on fire or covered with sharp spikes. Very sharp spikes. Then there’s all the whipping. And not the good kind that comes from a lady in leather and stilettos. And it really, really smells bad. Did I mention the fire? Everything is on fire. I think even the fire is on fire.