Always a Treat, but Nothing Special – Fiction October 1, 1995 I was going to ask S next door out on a date two nights ago, and I didn’t mean to overhear her, but I was listening through the wall and it sounded good.
I Need These Things to Kill Me – Fiction February 1, 1995 My favorite women are the ones I used to fight with. Out loud or to myself. There weren’t many but they were strong.