 He used to come home from work in his uniform and ask me to play post office. Oh, the kissing game, post office. Yeah, only when he played it was the dead letter office. I understand. For a while he worked for the city. He was a subway guard. It was awful. It bothered you? Yeah. In the middle of the night he'd stick his knee in my back, shove me through the closet door and yell, change for a local.