“This written work originally started as a love letter to Bruce. I wanted him to understand the scope and depth of our relationship, knowing his clouded memories of our time together were like a deck of disjointed Polaroid pictures instead of a cohesive rolling movie full of nuances and lush moments – due to his full time intoxication.” – Maya Contreras, excerpt “Eight Weeks of Bruce.”
Posted on Friday, 2 October 2009