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This film is about my life from birth to 40 years old. Why 40, specifically, you might wonder. It’s simple. This is a milestone birthday that carries incredible implications for ones life moving forward. When you hit your fortieth birthday, you are dubbed “over the hill” and on your “second life.” You are no longer young, despite what your plastic surgeon tells you. You are officially old. Youth is past. You now march forward, maybe with a cane and orthopedic shoes, towards the end of your life. Welcome to 40. This film contains nudity, cursing, sexual references and would be rated “R” if it were to be rated.

*** Viewing is intended for mature audiences only. ***

I have been thinking about my life up to this point a considerable amount lately. I realized that my life has been filled with so much that it almost feels unbelievable. The “Most Interesting Man in the World” by Dos Equis may have found a title challenger. And because it felt so unbelievable, I decided to hunt for things that would ground everything in reality. I dug through old hard drives and thumb drives. I hunted for old picture books, CD’s and DVD’s. I scowered the internet, the cloud and social media. I reached out to some folks who might have material that fit the story of this film. I began to craft the story of my life.

As I did this, I was overcome with emotion. The range was limitless. On occasion, when the emotional spectrum tilted red, I would go for a run or to the gym to bring me back to a cooler color like blue. Sometimes, I would have to simply stop editing, lean back in my chair, smile and enjoy the heartfelt warmth of certain memories. Periodically, I would sigh and think, “Sweet hell, how did I ever survive some of those nights.”

All in all, my life has been up, down, sideways, frontways and backwards. I tried to focus this autobiography on my life as an artist and professional. I do want to thank everyone who is reading this. I want to thank everyone who watches this film. I want to thank everyone who has contributed to the story that has been my life up to this point. Even those of you who I have only enjoyed writing and messaging with. Every interaction has made an impact. Thank you, again.

Below are the “Fun Facts” from the film. I saw an opportunity to expand on the story, and so I did. As you watch the movie, you will see little banners pop on the screen that say “Fun Fact.” Press pause and come here for even more of my story. You can also read them now or after you watch the film. However you wish to experience the additional material for this autobiography, I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.

My name is Jeremy Brunansky. This is my story (so far). Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy the movie… and the fun facts!

*** THIS FILM IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY ***

*** CONTAINS NUDITY, SEXUAL REFERENCES & FOUL LANGUAGE ***

Jeremy Brunansky is represented by Attorney Kevin J Parker at Snell & Wilmer. Office 602.382.6000 Email: kparker@swlaw.com

Fun Facts:

1: The German Shepherd is a police trained attack dog. Her name was Toni. She had more than a litter of puppies as our dog. And, she taught me how to walk. She allowed me to grab her fur or the scruff of her neck and walk the yard with her (according to my parents). I literally learned how to walk because of the family dog… a police trained attack dog. It’s no wonder I have such a connection with dogs.

2: Filmmaking for me began in Jr. High. Before today’s digital age of cell phone film-making, we had big, heavy video cameras that you had to place on your shoulder. It recorded on VHS tapes. These were also large. I would film our family vacations. I would film events and holidays. I would even film goofy skits with a church buddy of mine. Entertainment, in every facet, was a way of life for me.

3: The two dudes (Alec and BJ) standing on either side of me, continued to make artsy entertainment stuff with me well into my thirties. These two friends from High School and I wrote film scripts. We made short comedy films (that sadly were lost). And we acted in live theater, and sang together. We had an instant connection and friendship in High School that persevered through the years. We worked actual jobs together. Traveled and partied together. Great guys. Great friends.

4: The first song I recorded on my own was a song I wrote for her in High School. I wrote it. I played both guitar parts. I sang and played drums for it. I recorded the tune on a four track cassette tape recorder inside a wooden shed in my parents back yard. To this day, it’s the only song I’ve written and recorded. It’s been over 20 years, and her song is still the only song. The vocal mic I used was, I believe, the mic I had for my kick drum. This was the age of “just get it done, bro.” I had a cassette tape recorder that had 4 tracks of audio and I got it done. There were no edits. It was old school like recordings in the early 20’s through the 50’s into the 60’s. You get it right or play it until it’s right. There are no clever editing tools. Play it right, right now. She told me that she loved it and was blown away by the fact I figured out how to use her middle name in the chorus. I was incredibly proud of how well she received it. I definitely earned massive boyfriend points on the relationship scoreboard. It has been added below as a bonus track.

5: The band leader and I became friends after meeting at an open mic night at a rock bar. The rock bar no longer exists, sadly. After he performed, I approached him to record with me at the college I was attending. He agreed, and we became collaborators. We didn’t become friends until an evening over drinks, many drinks. He and I would cover any topic of discussion together. Politics, religeon, money, women, relationships, cultural differences, music, entertainment, film, general life stuff, anything and everything. One evening over many, many drinks he began to express his frustration in always being referred to as “the black guy.” I attempted to explain that when he is in a room of people who aren’t black, his blackness is an easy identifier. He continued to wax poetic about his longing to be known as anything but simply his color. It was at this point I interjected. I told him the solution was simple. He merely needed to wear a Hawaiin shirt everywhere he went, all the time. He would no longer be known as the black guy. He would now be known as “that guy who always wears Hawaiin shirts for some reason.” He laughed. He called me an asshole. We clinked drinks, and that moment solidified our friendship.

*The below videos would have made it into the final production. However, I didn’t locate these files until October of 2025.  Enjoy.

6: This recording session was one of many Scott and I had done together since our friendship began in Jr. High. The bass player, Jeremiah, was the bass player in our High School band, “The Last Ones Standing.” This particular recording session was unique. Instead of going to our 10 year High School reunion, we decided to visit a recording studio and track brand new tunes together. It was a great reunion for us. Scott was in town from California. Jeremiah had completed his service with the U.S. Navy. I was still gigging but with the R&B cover band. We even got the engineer at the studio to play electric guitar on a track because the energy was so contagious. Great session. Great time with the guys. Great guys. Great friends.

7: The two girls in the picture (Sandy and Ari) and I were such great friends we were dubbed “Three’s Company.” We were always together watching movies, cooking and eating, going to restaurants, or swimming. playing beer pong and occasionally debating politics and religeon. They surprised me by attending one of the live theater shows I was part of at the time. It was one of the best shows I’ve had simply because they were there. They didn’t typically attend my gigs of any kind. When they showed up, after all the years, I was elated. Great friends. Great girls.

8: I flew across the ocean for the first time to South Africa. That buddy of mine from Jr. High, and all that music, was getting married. He met a girl from South Africa, and as it goes, they got married where her family lives. And so, on the plane I went and across the ocean I flew. I met some of her friends from Europe. They were lovely girls. And her family was equally delightful. My buddy and I were able to talk a bit here and there before the wedding. I learned about Rugby and about South African beer. It was an enjoyable trip and all the people in attendance were very friendly.

9: The girl in the photo (Analisa) and I became friends because of my DUI. Not how you’d expect to start a friendship that would last to this very day. We met after I was out of jail and doing some court ordered things. We clicked immediately and became instant friends. That friendship has seen us go through different relationships with people. We’ve traveled, partied, cooked and relaxed together. We’ve gone shot for shot with each other and even talked about life, relationships, friendship, and a mess of other things. This photo was taken the last time we hung out in 2017. After I was fired from Quicken Loans, I had a trip to Southern California planned. I stayed at her place and she took me out to sight see and do some photography together. The event I had planned was at a Star Wars themed bar in Hollywood. I asked her if she’d like to go as my date, she said yes and off we went. Great weekend together. Great friend. Great girl. She is also the last girl I’ve gone on a date with since 2017… It’s been a long time.

Soundtrack Listing (In order of appearance in the film):

Here is the link to the book I wrote. The digital download is available. It’s a detective noir meets fantasy fiction. Enjoy “Think” by yours truly.