The Roads Are Dry
That’s What’s on My Mind
Being Here
I Leave Without Seeing Mom
Perfect
He Wants a Sample
Too Close for Comfort
At Least He Didn’t Try
Wired (Weird) Out of My Tree
Finally, There’s a Knock
Long About the Time
Two Guys, One Bed
Brad Stirs
Where Am I?
His Face
Brad Has Vacated the Room
But of Course
Over a Week
It’s About Noon
If You’ve Never
Unlike Her Apartment
I Leave
Easter Sunday
It’s Gray
Knocking
Standing There
It’s a Short Conversation
Four Cigarettes
Just Like That
All Alone