The weeks before my step father had been cheating on my step mother, in the way of having sex with a woman different than my mother, I remember a father that was often holding a fresh can of cold beer, with a smell of every drunk person to come in my life, came a command for me to grab, open, and hand another beer to him. Like the time he was delivering ....United States.... postal mail while guzzling and driving, which in the 70's, seemed to be not such a big deal to him. The wheels and engine moved with the postal jeep that carried all the mail in the back. Some were underneath the mail I would sit next to a cold six pack of beer. Kind of reminded me of being on a ride of some sort, I was about six years old at the time. There before me was over a thousand letters, a bumpy ride, as we delivered house by house seeing flashing blurry trees and a happy drunk.