Zero hour approaching. I plan to make my entry into the Publishing House of Satan across the street in 2–3 hours. “Crazy Guitar Gertie” disguise put away. Respectable businessman in weekend clothes now, HA!
Look out, you Designated Jew. I will be in your office by noon, waiting
On Monday morning your ass is mine.
No more dreams of CARLOS. He may be gone. Good. One less thing to worry about.