Glottis' Letter to Manny
Rubacava, Tuesday, November 2nd
Manny,
I’m missing you, pile of bones. I know you are O.K., but Heaven is not perfect. After all anybody can have alcohol and the demons don’t have a place there. I’m just opening a school of drivers and mechanics here in Rubacava. My firsts pupils are Pugsy, Bibi and Chepito. The Calavera Café is working for Bruno Martinez and Carla but she goes to the Ninth Underworld tomorrow. With her I’m send this letter.
In El Marrow things are just O.K. and you are famous there because you sprouted LeMans. The DOD’s reopened and is directed by Eva. She has a lot of people working like travel agents. A new one was a clown but now is a professional layer. The ex-clown is saying to everybody: 'On the Day of the Dead, four years ago, I sold a balloon animal to Manuel Calavera'. I can’t imagine you buying balloons to a crafty mime.
On DOD’s roof is a giant statue of Sal with a carrier pigeon and an inscription saying: 'In memory of Salvador Limones, the bravest warrior in the Land of The Dead and the leader of LSA, who died fighting to exterminate the crime and the corruption'. It’s a beautiful statue.
Well, you can see. The Land of The Death and I have change. I’m not an alcoholic any more, HICCUP; you can be sure, Manny. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor, HICCUP! So, I'll just put how I am today…BURP. No really! I'm NoT As tHiNk aS YoU DrUnK I aM!! REaLLy!!! ...Guoooooooood Night every BOdy! …BURP. Bye-Bye!!