Alejandro was twirling a caballito of tequila in his hand, sitting alone at the bar. It was a strange day, and the man was already damn tired, so he wanted to spend the rest of the day outside the family. The bar was filled with music, laughter and singing of celebrating townspeople. The shelves were filled with sugar skulls, and colorful flags and garlands hung from the ceiling. Alejandro's gaze slid over people's faces, smiling for a moment at their makeup on their faces in the form of skulls