I hope you cancel me, I’m sick of you and most everyone else. They talk too **** much. Except for the mailman, who comes to my apartment building everyday. He puts every letter in every right box. He has made other mistakes in this life, but has never put a letter in the wrong box. And some of the letters are regretful, love letters that in 2 years will find themselves in the fireplace. Maybe a birthday card from Buddy, which will be kept forever because it is the last one you ever got from him. The best letter I got was from the queen of Cap Hill, and there were no words written on it. Blank piece of paper, I wrote a poem on it and threw it away. I’ve seen the mailman everyday for 28 years, and he never says a word.