Pretty much every one of my civilian friends who reads Bombshell: "omg is Bombshell supposed to be you?"
Me: "You're asking me. With my many disaparate aesthetics and mismatched outfits and bomber jacket and button downs and vests. Me, with my proclivity for puns and puzzles and board games and math. Me, walking the tightrope between dorky charisma and the constant liability to bump into something with my hips or trip over my own feet. Me, with my hobby of salvaging pieces of scrap metal from demolition sites and turning it into fashion accessories. Me, constantly attached to at least one device that's plugged into a wall. Me, who you literally personally encountered on my back, disoriented and half-conscious in the middle of a four-way intersection like eight Tuesdays ago. Me, who you almost witnessed get destroyed by this fucking lifestyle before I had the startling epiphany that I had to take my life back. Look love bug. There is a character in this story that I resemble, and you're so, so close."
