PACIFIC BEACH CALIFORNIA 2-26-14, 5:26pm
"If it wasn’t for the ocean, I’d probably die."
I have been all over the world and if I get more than 50 miles from the sea I feel a part of me shriveling up and decaying. I grew up in the SF Bay Area and lived in the ultra suburbia East Bay about 55 miles from the coast. My dead father introduced me to the sea, as a child, and it tattooed itself onto my brain for eternity. As soon as I could drive I spent my time in Ocean Beach SF, Fort Kronkite, Stinson and Bolinas. But living so far from the ocean took it’s toll on me. Eventually I moved to San Diego and my original birthplace. I moved right to Pacific Beach and have been there since 1990…which yes…makes me old. I fell in love the 1st day I cruised around PB, riding beach cruisers, drinking beer on the beach(legal then and not now), hitting the cool bars at the time, surfing everyday, watching amazing sunsets every night and meeting some of the most beautiful chic’s I had ever seen. Gina, Jessica, Katherine, Marianna, Jennifer, Heather, Toni, Jessica 2 and 3, Margo, Erin, Jackie, the mail lady(don’t remember her name), Cat, Karma, Sorin, Mamae, Angie, Brooke, the twins, Nancy, waitress 1 and 2, bartender 1, 2 and 3(Corinne?), Marla and finally Deborah the Brazilian who became my wife.
I was a young, fit, athletic surfer who had the time of his life. Living in a California coastal town thru the Grunge Era(which I LOVED by the way) I half-assed started and never finished several businesses…Clothing company, comic book artist, surf videographer, house painter, fine artist and eventually ended up becoming an architectural illustrator after bartending for about 12 yrs.
Now, I own an architectural illustration studio, I’ve been married since 2002 and have a 5 yr old(as of 2014). I barely surf even tho I live 2 blocks from the beach, but I have my ritual of getting my morning coffee and checking the waves EVERYDAY, just like I used too when I was single and without responsibility. The fact that I don’t get “wet” as often as I would like…I am happy, content and satisfied with the present.
I no longer need to hit every happy hour or surf everyday or pick up on every chic or been with the “in” crowd.
I now cruise around the same town as a father, showing my son the beauty that this place has to bring and offer. I am slowly becoming the old guy in town who people give a head nod too, as if to say, “Hey man what’s up, I know you but I cant seem to remember your name.” I just smile and say to myself, “No worries dude, I remember when I used to serve you drinks for 8 yrs and you called me Carl, when my name is Keaven.”
I wouldn’t change a single thing:)