"Yeah, there sure are," Roland answered as they came up to a set of apartment buildings. "That’s why you are here."

"What’s this place?" Alfredo asked.

"This is your new home; go freshen’ up. We have a party to attend tonight."

"What party? We're going to have a party because I arrived today?"

"Na, today’s just Monday," he replied, but received a blank look. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Every day we have a different mandatory thing to do round here. It’s kinda like our jobs, but its fun and how we make our livings. Today is Monday, so we all have to go party for 8 hours."

Later that day, Roland took Alfredo to where all the events were held, and for the first day they partied and danced for eight evil hours. Afterward, they had the rest of the day to do whatever they wanted. Vega could not believe how much he enjoyed being in Hell.

On the second day the demon and his friend headed back to where the events were held. "So, Al, do you like to drink my friend?" Roland asked.

"Yeah, of course, why?"

"Well, that’s what we are going to do today. We are going to drink until we puke and then we'll drink some more."

"Right on, amigo. I am one who can hold his booze," Vega said with a smile.

And the two did just that; they drank and drank until they puked and then they drank some more until the eight hours were up. And again, once the eight hours were up they were free to do whatever they pleased. The third day Alfredo spent eight hours smoking the finest cigars imported from Cuba. He enjoyed himself so much that he put in a little overtime. After all, he wasn’t worried about dying of cancer--he was already dead. On Thursday Alfredo arrived to find a wide variety of drugs: cocaine, speed, smack, weed, and crack. But of course Alfredo was a coke man; he did so much he almost felt back home.

Vega and Roland decided to share a crack pipe before calling it a day, and as the two sat there Alfredo couldn’t help but reflect on his last four days in Hell.

He had had so much fun he never would have believed it possible. Afterward Alfredo and Roland walked back to the apartment buildings. "So," Vega said, "I have to ask, just because I had so much fun these last four--all day the smoking, the drinking, the drugs. What can possibly be better than that?"

"Well, you’re gay right?" Roland asked with an evil smile.

"Uh, no. I’m straight," Vega nervously replied.

"Oh, then you’re not going to like tomorrow at all, dawg."