One last tidbit on the mailmen. They miss the days, deep in their soul, when they rode for the pony express. If you feel kindness in your heart, I sell horseflags you can put on your mailbox
If youβre feeling really brutal, shriek at the mailman until he clamps his ears and runs over the nearest pet animal. Then, guilt him by dangling the light-eyes carcass before him chanting in American prose poetry
My brother traded a set of golf clubs to my dad in exchange for a bigger trashcan for our apartment if that transaction doesnβt give you an idea of who we are as a family idk what will