Post Office

work-as-meaning

• I drove along with this load on my back like a cross, pulling out magazines, delivering thousands of letters, staggering, welded to the side of the sun.

  PO-009

• Old ladies asking 'Mailman, you got any mail for me?' — and you felt like screaming, 'Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am?'

  PO-012

obedience-and-authority

• Already beaten, fagged and fucked we had to make the night pickups — the schedule on the board was impossible. I got laid all right. Jonstone saw to that.

  PO-005

• He began screaming at me as I entered the door. 'MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN!' The poor fellow actually wanted to kill me.

  PO-006

desire

• Joyce, my wife, was a nymph. She was eating me alive. I limped through the town and they stared at me, knowing about Joyce.

  PO-003

• I kept looking at her body and I didn't care… like all lays after the third or fourth night I began to lose interest and didn't go back.

  PO-007