Another Day in LA
There are things that bother people. Not simply irrational fears, called phobias, but deeply rooted scar tissue. For example, a rape victim might freak out if she were watching a movie and there was a rape scene; whereas most people would react with a more controlled shock.
For me, it’s the LAPD. All my life as a teenager living on the West Hollywood / Beverly Hills border, they put the Fear into me. They, being, the BHPD, the LAPD, the West Hollywood Sheriffs; it’s not ALL police. Korean police were very kind and approachable, as were the Bobbies in England and other Police of the world.
In LA, when I drive, if I see a police car, I feel panic in the pit of my stomach. I know I have nothing in the car illegal. I know I’m sober and driving safely. I know all my tags are legal; but still, I can not shake the presence of Authoritay. I begin to concoct scenarios in my mind: getting pulled over, being questioned about this, about that. I get kind of freaked out. I don’t like it, but I can’t control it.
When I was 16 years old, one summer afternoon, I was parked on Alpine Drive in Beverly Hills, in front of my friend’s house, a friend I still know, while many of my friends, friends I still know, were in the pool and I was in front the house – I was put in handcuffs, told to sit on the curb while the BHPD told me, while looking at my license, that an Eric J Bravo, who lives at 411 N. Palm Drive, is wanted by police for robbery, that he just robbed his parents! I kid you not. Apparently, I took my mother’s jewelry and they had called to report me. The police held me there, taking my car apart, while I sat on the curb in handcuffs, wearing a swimsuit, teeshirt, and flip flops. I told the police to knock on THAT door and my friends would answer. They told me to shut up. In the end, they released me and drove off.
Funny thing was, I had a canister of weed hidden in the car that they didn’t find. I wonder what they would have done, had they found it!
For this and many other instances like this in my life, I fear the LAPD. For this reason and in an effort to save money and conserve resources, I decided I want to start using public transportation when I can.
I go to school 4 days a week. The bus ride from my house to the school is very convenient. The bus begins one block from my house. I’m the first one on board. The commute involves one transfer and about 5 minutes of walking.
Trouble is – it costs nearly 6 dollars to get there and back by bus. That’s the same it costs in gas and I drive a Cadillac Car!
So I looked to buy a bus pass. A monthly pass costs $75. That’s pretty expensive. They also offer a Day pass, but that is $6, so that doesn’t help me. A student pass is only $36 dollars. That is the deal. I am a full time student.
I went today to apply for one. First they told me that my paperwork was insufficent. In addition to my student card, AND my receipt showing my class hours, etc, I need a letter from the school. When I get all that together and submit it, it will take approximately 20 days for them to process my application and mail me the card. THEN I can pay to activate it; so sometime in May, maybe, I can start taking the bus to school. Or maybe I’ll just pay $6 a day out of pocket.
It’s things like this that make me HATE LA. Everyday, people go to work. There are a LOT of people selling/renting/leasing automobiles. Everyday, these people hope to sell/rent/lease at least ONE car or truck or SUV.
If everybody starting taking the BUS, the economy would surely suffer. I guess I’ll have to take one for the team and live in Fear.
And people wonder WHY I lived abroad for 13 years and 5 months.