Julio Francisco Bonilla, Jr. graduated from San Francisco State University with a BA in Latino Studies (formerly known as Raza Studies) in January 2012 after nearly a decade of passing and failing classes due to undiagnosed ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). While in college, he started off as a Business major to his parents bidding. In 2007, he switched his
major to Journalism until he eventually changed his major once more Latino Studies. He was inspired to write short stories and poetry about his own life while taking Creative Writing Workshop. His poems dealt with badmemories of having to relearn stuff after suffering a trauma at 4 1⁄2. While finishing Black Suede Jacket, he thought of another story, Two
Drinks At A Night’s Waltz. He selfpublished both stories in 2013 on Draft2digital/Smashwords. The following year, he translated his first story to Spanish in order to reach a wider audience. That same year, Two Drinks was released in print on CreateSpace. In 2015, Black Suede Jacket was made into an audiobook on ACX. He is currently writing a short story about his Senior
Today, Julio works parttime as a dog walker for a billionaire family in Pacific Heights, writes short stories, watches movies and reads self-help books.
What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
The greatest joy of writing for me is that I get to tell my stories. I started working on my first story the year before I graduated from college. I self-published "Black Suede Jacket" in 2013.
What are you working on next?
I've currently been working on "My Senior Prom," my third nonfiction story off-and-on. Lately, I've been thinking to myself, "What if I add this and that?" The only way to know the truth is to write it!
Lundi matin. Je me réveille de mon somme et regarde l’heure de la voiture : 2 h 30. Veste en daim noire.
Une fois émergé, je réalise que j’attends 2 amies comme si j’étais leur chauffeur.
C’est à ce moment précis que je décide alors de rentrer chez moi. Je laisse Angela et ma veste préférée alors qu’elle a oublié son paquet de cigarettes dans ma voiture. Quid Pro Quo.
Then I snapped out of it and realized I had been waiting on 2 friends as if I was their chauffeur.
It was at this point where I decided to drive home. I had lent Angela my favorite jacket and she had forgotten her pack of cigarettes in my car.
I wondered when I would get my jacket back...