Born: Brooklyn, New York. Enlisted in US Army at 18 years of age. My entire tour of duty was Ludwigsburg, Germany. Upon discharge, I enrolled in Actors Dramatic Workshop in NYC and also had private lessons from Lee Strasberg. After two years of study, I needed a day job. I moved to Los Angeles, California, and became … Continue reading Peter Bruno
“Peter,” Miss Derico, my teacher in the Fourth Grade calls. “I want you to team up with Sharon. Sit across from her, right here on this part of the grass.” I do as she says. Cross my legs and sit facing Sharon. Miss Derico puts everybody in the class in pairs, and makes them sit … Continue reading Me and Sharon – Age 9
I’m sitting in the Police car, four levels below the street. There are about one hundred other officers scattered about waiting. President Lyndon Johnson is across the street, and up the block inside the Century Plaza Hotel. He is the keynote speaker at a Democratic Fund raiser. In 1966, during Vietnam, everywhere the President went, … Continue reading Vietnam War Protest
“So, what do you think? Interesting, huh?” Benson exhales a deep drag from his cigarette. “Fuckin’ different ain’t it?” We’re on the escalator taking us up to the street. “I don’t know what to think.” I reply. “I didn’t sign on for this.” “We’ll see soon enough.” He glances at his watch. “It’s scheduled for … Continue reading Freedom of Speech
“So,” his shoulders sag, defeated in surrender, “Dats all yo’ can do fa’ me.” His eyes drop toward the ground, “Ah gots nothing’ lef-. Dey gots ever’ting.” I feel eyes piercing through me like hot knives. Someone’s watching me. Not only watching, but … but like eating at my soul. My brain sends signals of … Continue reading Triana
“Bruno. What do you feel about people who commit suicide?” Surprised that the instructor has selected me, I tense up. “Sir,” I reply, “I’ve never addressed it. Even wondered about it, frankly.” He steps down from his platform, and walks towards me along the row. My classmates, whom he’s passed, crane their necks to stay … Continue reading Timothy
My partner and I walk up to the house. It’s a simple one story affair, unattached, with a small lawn. Fairly well kept considering that it’s located in the middle of Watts. Watts is in Los Angeles. This occurred before the riots of 1964 which put it on the map of every mind in America. … Continue reading Rage
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