I dunno, let's see.
A Tough Guy, Such A Wise Guy:
Bruce had, since coming to Hollywood, thought briefly of his old friends on the block, mostly because of the time, distance and sheer effort he'd been putting in (at first) not to starve. So it came entirely as a shock the day when, seemingly out of the blue, he ran into Sean Harris.
Bruce had always looked up to Sean, going back to when he'd been just a kid, Sean would sometimes stop to talk to him when he was on his way to school, church, or even just plain mischief. Even though Sean was a few years older and sometimes seemed gruff, he always found a way to make Bruce and the other kids feel like they were a tough guys too.
But overall, Sean was one of those kids who hated, loathed their lot in life. It wasn't any particular thing that made him this way, though his dad passing away before he went to high school or the WASP kids in their school who looked down on them for being Irish didn't help either. But for the most part, Sean just wasn't satisfied with what life had to offer, the lifepath that seemed to be laid out for him with little in the way of his own choices.
And then Sean got drafted to fight in Vietnam.
A couple years had gone by since then, with little in the way of news, and it was only by luck that the draft had ended last year just as Bruce himself turned 18. But every now and then, when he thought about his old buddies back home, he'd stop and wonder what happened to them.
It wasn't until he was on set one day when, out of the blue, he'd spotted him one day as one of the stuntmen that'd been hired on. In all honesty, Bruce almost hadn't recognized Sean, that angry, rebellious punk from Brooklyn was now a calm, sure-spoken...gentleman (for lack of a better word). When everything wrapped up, Bruce asked him to a nearby diner so they could catch up and talk about how the times had changed. In the middle of it all, Sean had offered Bruce a chance to see everything he'd learned as a US Marine Infantryman.
And that was how he'd ended up at a rifle range, bullshitting with Sean and his friends as they underwent a "typical course of fire"–
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–and had somehow done just well enough that he qualified to be their Boot.
Afterwards, when they'd all done a shake down to get rid of all the extra rounds and loose brass to appease the Ammotech, they'd gotten absolutely blitzed out of their mind, the night ending with a pun crawl that'd somehow, gotten John and a couple others involved.
Of course–
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–the next morning wasn't nearly the...same amount of fun that it'd been the night before. Waking up at nearly 11AM, he'd found the lot of them all bundled up into a random diner's booths, with Bruce somehow missing his pants and a really embarrassing colon tattoo on his hand (thank God it was small).
Embarrassed, he'd payed the Diner's owners a couple thousand for their troubles...and started helping them clean up their mess.
Back in the corner, a somehow hangover-free Sean laughed at their misfortune...and then wrangled everyone else into helping cleanup their mess.
