Joaquin Horacio

I’m at an anti-drug event… at least twenty celebrity guests have been invited, and I’m right in the middle of it. Not that I’m against it… I absolutely support the cause. If only it weren’t for the important delivery I have to carry with me to somehow save my own life yet again. It’s not like three cartels are after me now, and I’m still playing lawyer to two dead, very important drug lords… who, according to me, are obviously still alive and giving me instructions from their hiding places to represent them and act in their names. It’s getting harder to just breathe all of this away… smile it away. Besides, the place reeks of rich people’s sweat… but I don’t want to complain. If I get this stuff to the right person… that should buy me at least three days without my life being in danger.

"Yeah, yeah… beautiful place. Although I’d honestly prefer a gaping portal to hell opening up beneath me…”