Brian Phillips

Every morning, Marrow would ride in from the Bronx to this gleaming corporate office tower right across the street from the World Trade Center, with its lobby polished to a high sheen, its security guys with wands, its screens with stock prices whizzing by like Matrix Code confetti, and its unbelievably lavish cafeteria, and all the rest. And Mero had no idea what anyone there was actually doing.

Every morning, Marrow would ride in from the Bronx to this gleaming corporate office tower right across the street from the World Trade Center, with its lobby polished to a high sheen, its security guys with wands, its screens with stock prices whizzing by like Matrix Code confetti, and its unbelievably lavish cafeteria, and all the rest. And Mero had no idea what anyone there was actually doing.

Every morning, Marrow would ride in from the Bronx to this gleaming corporate office tower right across the street from the World Trade Center, with its lobby polished to a high sheen, its security guys with wands, its screens with stock prices whizzing by like Matrix Code confetti, and its unbelievably lavish cafeteria, and all the rest. And Mero had no idea what anyone there was actually doing.

Jose showed Marrow the ropes. He walked him through the complicated landscape of the mailroom, where a single misstep could torch the economy of Kansas.

Jose showed Marrow the ropes. He walked him through the complicated landscape of the mailroom, where a single misstep could torch the economy of Kansas.

Jose showed Marrow the ropes. He walked him through the complicated landscape of the mailroom, where a single misstep could torch the economy of Kansas.

The mail room was somewhere in the bowels of the building. And of course, it was way less fancy. In my imagination, it smelled like envelope glue and cardboard and ink. And there were manila envelopes everywhere and a million packages flying in and out. And it was super confusing. It was like navigating a maze.

The mail room was somewhere in the bowels of the building. And of course, it was way less fancy. In my imagination, it smelled like envelope glue and cardboard and ink. And there were manila envelopes everywhere and a million packages flying in and out. And it was super confusing. It was like navigating a maze.

The mail room was somewhere in the bowels of the building. And of course, it was way less fancy. In my imagination, it smelled like envelope glue and cardboard and ink. And there were manila envelopes everywhere and a million packages flying in and out. And it was super confusing. It was like navigating a maze.

But Merrill was okay because he was in good with Martin, the friendly cokehead who taught him the ropes. And most importantly, he was in good with his boss, Jose.

But Merrill was okay because he was in good with Martin, the friendly cokehead who taught him the ropes. And most importantly, he was in good with his boss, Jose.

But Merrill was okay because he was in good with Martin, the friendly cokehead who taught him the ropes. And most importantly, he was in good with his boss, Jose.

I wasn't surprised to hear that Marrow landed on his feet in the Lehman Brothers mailroom, because Marrow happens to be the Kid Marrow, the comedian, writer, Showtime host, and all-around entertaining dude. He's currently a host of the 7 p.m. in Brooklyn podcast alongside NBA legend Carmelo Anthony. Check it out wherever you get your podcasts.

I wasn't surprised to hear that Marrow landed on his feet in the Lehman Brothers mailroom, because Marrow happens to be the Kid Marrow, the comedian, writer, Showtime host, and all-around entertaining dude. He's currently a host of the 7 p.m. in Brooklyn podcast alongside NBA legend Carmelo Anthony. Check it out wherever you get your podcasts.

I wasn't surprised to hear that Marrow landed on his feet in the Lehman Brothers mailroom, because Marrow happens to be the Kid Marrow, the comedian, writer, Showtime host, and all-around entertaining dude. He's currently a host of the 7 p.m. in Brooklyn podcast alongside NBA legend Carmelo Anthony. Check it out wherever you get your podcasts.

Mero's a Dominican-American guy with a smile that lights up the room and a completely infectious laugh. The first time he told me his Lehman Brothers story, I was talking to him while he was at a Mercedes dealership, literally in the middle of buying a new car for his wife, and he kept getting interrupted to fill out forms and select his infotainment trim level.

Mero's a Dominican-American guy with a smile that lights up the room and a completely infectious laugh. The first time he told me his Lehman Brothers story, I was talking to him while he was at a Mercedes dealership, literally in the middle of buying a new car for his wife, and he kept getting interrupted to fill out forms and select his infotainment trim level.

Mero's a Dominican-American guy with a smile that lights up the room and a completely infectious laugh. The first time he told me his Lehman Brothers story, I was talking to him while he was at a Mercedes dealership, literally in the middle of buying a new car for his wife, and he kept getting interrupted to fill out forms and select his infotainment trim level.

Did you know Mercedes these days come with both AM and FM radio? And he kept me laughing the whole time. And I just remember thinking anyone who can be this charming while filling out auto dealership paperwork would not have trouble finding friends in any mailroom or parcel dispatch situation on the planet Earth.

Did you know Mercedes these days come with both AM and FM radio? And he kept me laughing the whole time. And I just remember thinking anyone who can be this charming while filling out auto dealership paperwork would not have trouble finding friends in any mailroom or parcel dispatch situation on the planet Earth.