Dear Saint Sebastian,

I have found a new patron: Bartholomew. As my public relations agent Orión would say: “You’ve may indeed have got the point but I’m aflayed you’ve missed the…” Oh, God. You can’t make me do this.

Invulnerably,

V-i-v-i-0

PS: The cops asked if I’d slipped her a mickey but I knew what put her over the edge into the fun house. She was fucking goofy. No pooh.