Ahh I can feel the winds of change blowing through my life. I feel as though I am standing on the precipice between the young Bruce Duong and some mysterious future Bruce. Who is this man? What challenges will he face? While I journey to Switzerland I will seek truth and beauty. And if I cannot find either I shall construct a beautiful lie by which I can live, so that I may not be rattled by the traumas of this sometimes cruel world. Like a polyester pelt I feel real and contrived at once and wish to meld this juxtaposition into my new reality,
HERRRRRRRRRRREEEEE's BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE
<3 <3 <3 <3 ;-P lolzzzzz
