Forks in the Mail  I'm checking my mail at Brimson but my mailbox is way at one end of the post office, which is different. I can't get into my mailbox. The door won't open. There is only a little space to reach my fingers in. In my box are some little name cards that people put in graduation announcements. There are also a bunch of forks in it. The names on the cards are from people from my high school that I graduated with.  I'm in a bathroom masturbating when my friends Stephen Ramos and Kevin Simpson walk in. I push the door closed. Stephen is laughing at me.