He had schizophrenia. He was our friend.
It's hard to talk about Bruce. We still haven't been able to categorize our time with him into a neat mental box. In 2012 my wife and I befriended Bruce. He smoked a pack a day, put a whole bottle of hoisin sauce on his Pho, and talked to himself. Bruce was taken, or perhaps left, as quickly as he had come. This is how we remember him: a handful of phone messages. This is a small part of his story.
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