Haven’t been here for a minute, my apologies, I was busy experiencing nothing less than a miracle come to fruition in my world. I’ve experienced many highs and many lows and I’ve also seen divine intervention happen right in front of my eyes on more than one occasion. I can now add destiny to the list, or divine right timing, whatever you feel like calling it. I call it heaven sent and I say thank you.
I met this really cool couple two weeks ago on the pier, I was selling bracelets and she was selling headbands. They just road tripped here from Indiana and set up shop next me so naturally we struck up some conversation. After bartering a necklace for a headband we exchanged names, Alissa and Travis, along with phone numbers that day and then went out separate ways. Couple days later I texted Alissa to let her know I was headed to the spot if she cared to join and within an hour she did just that.
We chuckled about how similar our names were and when I asked her when her birthday was she replied that is was April.
“Oh really, what day?” I asked. And when she said the 13th both of us laughed our asses off were like no effing way. That’s like a 365 outta 1 chance, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Nope. Well no wonder we hit it off so well last time was all we could really say and with that the sun was going down so we picked up and called it a day.
About a week later I headed to a Perks, a local bar, to do some computer work, I texted her and long story short her and Travis showed up and we ended up drinking some beers and hanging out and that’s when they extended an invitation that will forever change my life. Turns out they were here to open up their own business and longer story shorter wanted me to be a part of it. Not only did they have a unit they were renovating in a local strip mall but they also had an RV that they weren’t using at the moment and offered for me to feel free to live in it. I’m sorry, what? Yep, I heard ’em right cause that night they showed me exactly what they had said and sure as shit they were legit and it’s now where I call home.
I’m telling you, God works in mysterious ways. Oh and I forgot to mention the night before the zipper on my tent broke (along with some other bullshit that went down) and I was feeling a little frustrated. I couldn’t help it, I was pissed, so I kinda yelled out loud to my Angles, “REALLY? And just where the fuck am I supposed to go?” I shed a tear after apologizing to my brigade for the profanity and did my best to put it behind me for the night and eventually fell asleep. It was literally the next day that this all went down and even still I feel like I have to pick my jaw up off the floor so as not to trip over it. In fact, the next morning my first reaction was to cry, and I did, in complete disbelief that this was really happening. I felt like, please somebody pinch me but not really cause if this is a dream I sure the bleep don’t wanna wake up. My second response was, oh man, they were pretty tanked last night, I sure hope they remember LMAO.
They sure did and I sure am a part of this dream team and their vision of opening a dab bar here in HB called Surf City Social. Front of house is retail while back of house serves many purposes including a dab bar, a lounge, VIP room and snacks of course for stand up comedy, live local bands and so much more. Here I am day three living not in a tent but an a pimp ass RV and all the comforts that come with it. Not only that, but I have an office to call my own and two official members of my beloved soul squad. Unbelievable yet believable because I’m living it and know it’s meant to be.
Nothing short of a miracle and I have no one else but my Angel Brigade to thank and especially my mom for once again paving the way. She’s simply amazing even in the after life. I have to come up with a new nickname, I used to call her Martha Fucking Stewart, although the only experience my mom has with jail is through me. There is nothing this woman can’t do and while I miss her tremendously I know she’s here with all day every day.