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and today is the 1000th stip! Congratulations me!

So below are a few wonderful contributions from my readers (thank you!), and below that: today's strip.









For all my life I've sought someplace where understanding from a stranger was found. Somewhere I could look, see myself and laugh at the little insecurities that I refuse to see in myself when I look alone. I've sought somewhere I could sit in the quiet awe of understanding the old clique "This *IS* my life!". I found that the first time I went through the Bruno archives six months ago and find it everytime I read a strip.

Thank you, Mr. Baldwin, for that.

Tirani Moonsbane



We sat in the Lee Side looking at each other for a long time. She was pretty, she was nice to talk to, and we liked similar music and books. But I knew she already had two lovers, what would she want with a third.
Under the table I played with the hem of my skirt, truckers looking at me with my shaved head and earring, my long skirt and white shirt, and I knew they where hearing that song in their head 'is it a woman or a man.'

"So" I said looking down at the empty plate of eggs in front of me.
"so" she said quietly.

We paid our bill and headed out into the parking lot, the woman behind the counter smiling at us as we stepped out into the night air. We barely said a word to each other as we drove down 91 and into Northhampton.

"It's a nice night"
"yeah....you can change the music if you don't like...there are a bunch of tapes in the blue purse in the back."
"no..this is good"

I dropped her off at her house and stammered some excuse about needing to run errands the next day.

Then she kissed me.

The drive home was a blur. All I really remember is stopping near Worchester at the Rest area and drinking a coke, chain smoking in the back of the restaurant. I had a wonderful conversation with a woman with long curly black hair. Least I think I did.

"It's hard to play the romantic lead in your own life, huh?" She said as she was walking out.

We've been together now for a few months, her lovers and I get along well, but the curly haired woman was right...it is hard to play that particular role in the stage of life.

Sean Gomez 28-july-1999



Bittersweet spring rain,
Tear drop ripples float blossoms --
And carp see beauty.
efil hcaet niap dna yoJ
sehctaw ecneidua na elihW
.sllaw ssalg dniheb morF


-Mark Wise



I was rather a latecomer to the Bruno strip, but late one night last fall I went back to strip one and read the entire series, up until the current day. Since then, I visit the site daily, and if I can't make it for some reason, I always go back and catch up on what I've missed. I'm excited for the future of Bruno, and wish Christopher the best of luck.

Sarah



From dealing with society's numbed, pro-life, homophobic minds to having writer's block to drowning her sorrows in a glass of wine and a french movie, Bruno has given me a bit of strength to see that life has never been a bowl of cherries, nor will it ever be - and not just for me; for her, for you, for the man who lives six doors down, and for the woman standing in front of me in the check-out line. Though she is only a character, Bruno is remarkably real, because there is a part of her in all of us. Keep up the good work, Christopher!!

Dawn Clutter aka DarkGirl








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