SANTA MONICA

I REMEMBER WHEN I DECIDED TO LEAVE DALLAS TO GO LIVE IN SANTA MONICA, CA.  I REALLY HAD NO CLUE AT THE TIME, WHAT I WAS DOING WITH MY LIFE, AND MADE THE DECISION TO MOVE TO CALI.  THE JOB I WAS WORKING, HAD A STORE ON 3RD ST., SANTA MONICA, SO IT MADE SENSE.  I SAVED UP SOME MONEY, BOUGHT A BUS TICKET AND BOOM, LEFT.  THERE WAS NO PLAN.  I FIGURED I HAD SOME TALENT, I'M SURE I COULD BE OF SOME USE TO SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, OUT THERE.  IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, AND SEEING THE OCEAN FOR THE FIRST TIME, WAS VERY SIGNIFICANT FOR ME.  IT ENDED UP BEING AN INTERESTING EXPERIENCE, AND TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT, I ENDED UP BEING HOMELESS FOR THE 4 MONTHS I WAS THERE.  SOME CALL IT BRAVE, SOME CALL IT STUPID, BUT I DID IT.  THE THING I WILL NEVER FORGET THO, IS THE BEACH.  THE OCEAN, AT NIGHT IT WAS LIKE A SOOTHING SOUND TO RELAX MY SOUL.  THE PIER, EARLY IN THE MORNING BEFORE THE TOURISTS SHOWED UP, WAS A NICE SPOT TO JUST CHILL.  THE FIRST DAY I GOT THERE, I WENT TO THE BEACH....AND A SEAGULL SHIT ON ME.  IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIGN OF GOOD LUCK.  I MISS THE OCEAN THO.  IT WASN'T CALIFORNIA, IT WASN'T L.A., IT WASN'T HOLLYWOOD, IT WAS THAT OCEAN THAT MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL.   -  925