Ethan Rides the Bus Because..

























October 22, 2010 was a normal day.. A fun day as I headed up to Seattle, going to Nordstrom for lunch and enjoying some "me" time. On my way home (randle home) I was driving on the freeway (i'm not sure what freeway) when my fingers and toes went tingly.. After a few minutes my heart was racing and it was hard to breathe, I blacked out and had a seizure causing me to wreck. After going to the hospital and multiple trips to the Neurologist, I am fine.. well physically, mentally my ego is a little bruised- thats a personal matter though.

Something most people do not know is if you have a seizure or "episode" such as mine you lose your license for a minimum of six months. I will be licenseless until (the earliest) April 22, 2011.
This is why I take Public Transit.

Hence-

Ethan Rides the Bus.

Dont judge me. _________________________________________
These are my stories and thoughts as I venture on riding and meeting new people through Public Transit.

-Ethan T. Perry




Monday, January 24, 2011

Hold your breath.

This morning I decided to take the 8:47 bus instead of the 9:17 so I could make my routine stop to Starbucks (which happens to be next to Lacey Transit Center) and be a little early to school so I could visit before English. Getting on at my stop, I had running autistic man join me, trooping all the way to the covered bus stop back pack in hand and wind blowing through his three hairs on his shiny bald but greasy head. He is not a very nice man, and very pushy.
 Bus was full this AM, and was surprised when I realized EVERYONE was looking in my direction to watch the gay get on the bus. Am I an eyesore or just so cute they have to look? My guess is they aren’t use to seeing a boy with designer everything. But who knows. As we arrived to the LTC (Lacey Transit Center) I headed off to get my coffee and onto the 9:05 bus to Downtown Olympia. Another full bus, this time so full I had to stand in front, about tipping over every corner and every stop. The interesting bus driver who announced our arrivals like he was an airplane pilot, the trets man talking to himself sitting next to the pretty Asian lady, the man and wife who had matching jackets, and the guy that got chewed out by the pilot for dropping the bike rack, were all distractions as I was trying to read my book (the Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls).  Couldn’t of been more thankful to arrive at SPSCC not only because the big man that smells bad and the alcoholic man were too close for comfortable breathing, but because the man who sat behind me had his dirty fingers on my white NF. Bitch.

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