Human seeking other human for some semblance of connection, validity of existence, warmth. Me: your daughter’s funeral crasher; your son’s first love; your new husband’s estranged brother. You: a brave one, forced to grow up too soon; a loved one, who still has time on this earth; a mysterious one, who showed up on my couch this morning. I know you’re out there. Meet me at the Roxie. --- Co-presented by KQED's "Film School Shorts" - Jay Wertzler