How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
Others grimaced, the way you do when you see someone else get kicked in the balls.
I’m not the most observant of people, but I know when to take a hint.
“What the fuck is through there?” I demanded to know. No one answered.
“The remains of the Ancestors,” said Nicopez in the most spooky voice ever. He even got some reverb on it, somehow.
“Really? Ghosts, that’s what you’re all freaked out about? What type is it? The sheet that floats, or the teenage girl? Or maybe the skeleton that plays its bones like a xylophone?” No response. “Come on, you must have seen them.”