[ WP ] A story starting with the first line ( s ) of your favourite song

If I die and go to hell real soon, it will appear to me as this room, and for eternity I'll lay in bed, in my boxers, half-stoned, with a pillow under my head. This room, with its blatantly yellow walls, pasted precariously with its hodge-podge of decrepit newspaper clippings, telling of times past. The bars will be the same rough, aged chrome as they are in front of me, over these hideous webbed windows. In hell, however, the orderlies wo n't be here to nag, nag, nag. I'll be free to do what I please. Hell has got to have some perks, right? My pillow will be soft, filled with the flesh of those told so memorably of in the newspaper clippings adorning my walls. I will continue to stare at the ceiling, making elaborate pictures out of the popcorn-style stucco with my eyes. This room has seen too many years of my life, too many ecstatic nights of pouring over and over my many, many mistellings that I spent endless hours and used one too many favors and sexual endeavors to acquire. Perhaps, in Hell, I will have justice, in some sense of the word anyways, and truth will be known, Hell-wide, of my deeds that lead me to such a place, and of what I was wrongly confined for. But first, the drugs in Hell must be nice. Oh, the drugs to stone my ass more than half-way some nights! Sigh. If I die and go to Hell real soon, it will surely appear to me as this room.....
