Who has the time to write? It’s a question many dormant writers ask themselves and more often a regurgitated excuse. Then one day you wake up disoriented and unsure of where you are in life and what the next step is. Dante had his Virgil. Who do I have?

Welcome to David’s Inferno. Unlike Dante, I do not rhyme or get forced into exile. I do however, live in Florence and am a grad student---the former pleases me the latter brings much grief. But being here keeps me going but my day will come when I too have to leave Florence (by choice).

As with anything there is good and bad. Through anecdotes and observation I to show both sides of the coin and guide the newly arrived, soon to arrive and recently departed (no, not the dead).

So without further ado...

Abandon all hope ye who enter