A Letter to Miguel Delgado:

You move that product I asked for yet? I'm not getting any younger here. I spat up blood this morning, and I'm pretty sure it's your fault somehow. You switch my cigars or something?

Just pulling your leg. How's my grand-nephew doing? You meet him yet? He's a smart little guy, weird though. Better behaved than my grandchildren, though. Almost wonder if I should have... well, anyway. My rising star is coming to meet you this afternoon. Try not to fill his head with too many words, he's like a... reverse savant. The less he knows, the better. Adiós, muchachos!

- Emiliano Sanpedro Pérez