First and foremost I must apologise for having missed our meeting today, as you can guess death turns out to be a impediment of force majeure. You can also guess, because I never thought you looked stupid, that I shouldn't know such a thing now and I want to explain these things and other details which may be important, it's all down to you, that's why I'm writing you this letter. Because I haven't got all that much time (look at you, with eternity waiting around the corner) and I feel the urgent need to start somewhere, I'll go back to the very start, that is, the first and only time we ate together.' Reading this work is an authentic mezcal binge, or as its protagonist would say: 'Well you'll have a few swigs with me, why not. At last I've got a god story to tell, nothing less than the great novel of the 21st century.'