As I write this I sit at Ocean Beach in San Francisco California, possibly for the last time for a while....This beach has served me well during my time in the SF Bay area.
This is the beach I discovered when I couldn't bear to remain indoors with undesirable individuals (roomates), and needed the comfort of the ocean breeze, the smell of salt water the feel of warming sand on the back of my legs and the sound of the splashing torrent on the bay...
This is the Ocean that I contemplated walking into after drinking a bottle of Australian wine in my car... a year and a half ago because I thought things could not get any worse.
This is the place where I laid on the beach gazing at a single star, sobbing on my 27th birthday because I thought nobody loved me (stop the drama you say...but it's true)
This is the place I wrote my songs, poems and parables that I keep to myself, only to be shared only with the deserving.
This is the place where I played baseball and frisbee with 5 guys, one of which I had a mammoth crush on and I pretended not to know how to swing a bat, or toss of frisbee so he could get behind me and "help" me....
This was my home away from home A huge nook in which I could be anonymous and quiet my mind.
Well the good thing about you Ocean is that you'll always be here....barring some wierd catastrophic alien influenced occurance in which water sucking creatures come down from beyond and empty you out....
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