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




Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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The bus is quite rowdy today. Between the girl pretending to talk on her cell, the lady that looks like a toad chatting with the woman who doesn't care, and the man that sings Chinese songs on demand. Not to mention the man that thinks he is the co-pilot to the bus driver whose name is Richard but the lady with purple pants calls him Steven. I guess I will just sit here listening to the old man rhyme about ducks.
December 10, 2010 @ 10:40 AM

The day the Neurologist said I can get my license back (April 22nd, 2011) can’t arrive quickly enough. Between the man chewing me out for too much Abercrombie cologne, the three girls purposely stinking up the bus (yes, with their gastro intestinal activity), the racist bus driver and the man that was arrested sitting in the seat in front of me.. Scarred? Yes. Please add mace and a guard dog to my Christmas list.
December 7, 2010 at 6:26pm

I am trying to be a nonjudgmental person. The girl sitting next to me this morning made my “no judging streak” pretty difficult to stick with. The staring and itching of the inner thigh was a little disturbing. In my head- "she is a human, do not judge (repeating)" then she touched my shoulder, that was the end of that life lesson, but beginning of a new one. Girl on the bus, you are a creeper.
November 29, 2010 at 12:30pm

Right when I start thinking to myself "gosh Ethan, you sure are getting good at this public transit thing" I of course make the mistake of getting off at the wrong bus stop, nowhere near the correct location. Two and a half hours, a blister on my right heel and a fear of black trucks later, I stumble onto the walk way of home with a new respect for the black uggs and even more hatred for the damn bus.
November 2, 2010 at 7:04pm

This is my bus. The drivers name is charlie and he is very nice. I have a boy asking me for a dollar and all I have is my debit card. The lady behind me smiled when she passed. I am the second youngest and I don't like the bus.
October 25, 2010 at 10:50am


I now understand why Rosa Parks didn't want to sit in the back of the bus. Between itchy skin charles and pick his nose stewart, I don't want to sit here either.
January 11 at 9:23am via BlackBerry

Today's bus aroma consists of alcohol, cigarettes, and dish soap. Oh how delightful.
January 13 at 9:46am via BlackBerry
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