Serving your fellow man is about as noble a task as there is in this world. At least that’s what Jay and Atom tell each other as they toil away through rain and sleet and dark of night, all the while falling short of their own dreams and desires. Does the future hold a New York Times Bestseller for Jay? Some slutty groupies waiting backstage at Madison Square Garden for Atom? Anything is possible, but until then, they must serve the elitist upper crust who pass judgement, and look down their noses at them simply because they wear the noblest uniform of all. The Red, White and Blue of the United States Postman. It’s time somebody stood up for the little guy. Will alcohol and anger save the day? Probably not…