Fucking Danté. Who gives a shit? I was dating a boy in high school, and were we even dating or just providing each other orgasms in the thicket after class, anyway, he used to crush on the Purgatorio. Not even the Inferno. Not even the good shit where people are forced to endure endless tortures of knifing ice rains or eternal drowning in the River Styx. That kid. I don't know if it was love, probably not, but I know that I'll never forget him. #hell