imagine a little girl 13 years old, but this is Hollywood so the blurb knocks a couple of years off, living with her nudist, vegan, adoptaphiliac, drugtaking, parents whose fondest fun is using the internet to lock maids into rooms until everything is spotless. Imagine this little girl finding herself in the breakfast club version of hell, with a jock, a punk, a barbie doll and a geek, walking around hell, visiting the sea of insects and the tide of sperm, helping a goddess to find love and meeting hitler, catherine de medici, and other famous people, working for a call centre, the kind that always calls during lunch and is ok if you kill yourself to get off the line. Imagine this little girl meeting the man of her dreams and finding the truth, imagine the worst of hell and the best of hell.
My name is not Rod Serling and this is not the twilight zone.