A junkie looking for one last fix in a town full of ghosts . This is a ghost story. A junkie has gone to El Zapotal to die - to rent a room in this crumbling backwater, melt into one last fix, and not come back. For someone so ready to no longer be alive, though, he can-t stop clinging to the past. His old dog, Kid, who he abandoned. His love, Valerie, who he introduced to drugs. There-s no such thing as a good memory. El Zapotal doesn-t want him either. The people aren-t welcoming, the streets are empty except for strays, and he-s having trouble pacing his supply. As the drugs run out, the line between what-s real and what-s not blurs to the point of illegibility, and we-re left wandering a tenderly described hinterland of despair, hunger, and regret. Garc-Elizondo has given us an homage to Pedro P-mo , a descent for the ages, a long goodbye with no clear line between the living and dead.
