After writing a week describing my fears of approaching people, I went directly on to show how truly alone and cut off I felt when living in New Orleans. How? By introducing myself.

There are no end to the parts of my feelings, thoughts, and identities which found their ways into the characters and story of “Bruno.” But this is one of the more direct ones. John is my middle name, John looks like me, and John essentially WAS me.

Although, to give myself some credit, it wasn’t ALL that pathetic. It was all tongue in cheek. I got great amusement out of the fact that I ended up sleeping with my own character, and had fun letting Bruno poke fun at my insecurities.

Ah, my twenties. Good times.