Only for Bruce
“Bruce is so fucking cool,” Marty says. “Look at Xena, all happy… and giggling. She totally wants to have sex with Bruce Campbell. Everybody wants to have sex with Bruce Campbell. Even I want to have sex with Bruce Campbell.”
And then he leans forward, fervent. “I love you Bruce,” he whispers passionately to the television.
I accuse, serious and sincere. “You have a boy-crush on Bruce Campbell,” I say to him.
“I do,” he admits, cheeks glowing.
It’s so sweet.
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