backforthmenu Something a Guy I Only Met Once Told Me. Just after landing in Peru, the Guy—20 years-old at the time—gets onto a very crowded bus that takes a winding road up into the mountains. The ride lasts a long time. The bus is packed and there are many people standing. After a while Guy dozes off. He is awakened by the screams of a woman. “ALTO!! Se caido! Se caido un hombre! Alto!” [STOP!! He’s fallen. A man has fallen out! Stop!] Some 500 yards later, the driver finally stops. A man had fallen asleep standing and toppled out the door of the bus. Guy and a few others run the 500 yards to find the man, faceless, but still alive. No one knows any first aid. They carry him back to the bus where Guy watches after him, cleaning the area where his face was, trying to keep him from choking on his own blood or swallowing his own tongue. It takes hours before they reach any form of civilization. More. Guy has a dad from the French Alps and a mom from Ohio. He lived in France until the age of nine when Florida became his home. Once, when his mother tried to teach him the proper use of eating utensils at the dinner table, his dad objected and began eating with his hands. His father lived through World War II in France. Saw the horrors the French Resistance committed on wounded Germans. Made a bizarre bicycle out of spare parts that he named the Goat. He rode it everywhere. Apparently, everyone knew of the Goat. After the war, in the US, he became a Communist and worked at a rent-a-car company. The family moved around a lot. There was eventually a divorce and Guy left with his mother. His father—who was also a member of an organized atheist group—was later arrested in Florida for missing out on child support payments. Guy says his father appears to be self-sufficient these days, traveling about collecting things out of garbage bins in Miami.