Today I officially ended a very serious relationship of 9 years - with my P.O.Box. Box 892 at the Peter Stuyvesant station has been the site of much triumph and heartbreak; my bringer of rejection letters, dasher of hopes, occasional bearer of checks... Through you I've received Fan mail and hate mail. Anonymous love letters and notes from complete nutjobs written on the back of a cereal box accompanied by nude photographs. I will miss you, my small locked-metal box friend.
Thursday, December 30
the end of the affair
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