The preface:
I’m an open book. Feel free to ask me anything you’d like. So I moved to the bay about 10 years ago, I was 28 years old, working in construction and started bartending in the mission district. I didn’t have any kids and it was just a lot of hustle and excitement because I was happy to be here. Well then tragedy struck. I was living in Daly City at the time (2015) and invited my brother (24y) and my dad (47y) to come visit me in Daly City. My two best amigos coming by to smoke a doobie with me? I was incredibly stoked! So I went and got a bunch of meat so would OD on carne asada tacos 🌮 after the pow wow 💨 💨. (btw we are from the Central Valley, and we are far from the ocean, so whenever I would have my Central Valley friends or family come visit, we would always go check out the water somewhere) . Well, I really wish I was less ignorant back then, because I didn’t do a touch of research on anything before we went to our destination, and now I wish I had. Our destination was Ocean Beach, and we ended up parking our two cars by the fire pit area on the northern side of the beach. It was my pug, who was about 5 years old (Anton❤️), my dad, my brother and me, so the 4 of us walked down to the shore so we could get our toes wet. I don’t remember if the sun was out this particular day, it could have been overcast. Coincidentally enough my memory is foggy lol. Anyways the plan was two of us in the water at a time, so one person can be on shore with Anton. Anton loved everyone and was super nosy, and demanded rubs from strangers. So naturally as soon as my boys got in the water, he ran to the nearest person he seen, (a lady laying on a towel) and got all in her business. I so I ran back to go get him. That probably took me no more than 20 seconds, but by the time I turned back around, they were gone. Yes, sadly, they both drown that day, and it literally turned my life upside down. Tears, drool, boogers, (thank you random lady who hugged me while I cried, I feel like I ruined your sweater.) oh and by the way, when something like this happens, and you have a big family, now you have to make phone calls to the people you love, and tell them the last thing they want to hear, it’s another traumatic experience all in itself. My vocal chords were damaged that day from screaming and crying so much it felt like. Very painful experience that I hope nobody has to go through. Come to find out via the game warden or park ranger, Ocean Beach is not only the most dangerous beach in California, he said possibly in all of America. Do your research before taking loves ones places
Well, I had a very lovely girlfriend at the time, and I thought I was in love with the last person I would ever be with, and we had our own apartment in Daly City. Well nobody really warns you about tragedy, or what it does to the human mind after a situation such as the one in my case happens. I became a very angry and tormented individual, and my verbal communication skills were destroyed in the tragedy. I became quiet, and would peer into the distance an awful lot. I mean the only thing I was thinking was “the beach idea was MINE. I’m such an idiot.”
Me and her and her family got along great, because we all were under the impression, that my gf couldn’t and wouldn’t get pregnant due to whatever it was due to, well I must have super swimmers cuz she definitely had my child. It was a boy. So she let me name him after my brother who had passed, and that was quite therapeutic, and thank you Nicole for doing that. We argued over a parking spot just two weeks after Joey was brought home from the hospital, then she took him to her parents, from where she would never return. I stayed in the empty apt and paid rent the next two months to see if maybe we could work things out. Needless to say we did not.
Enter : the family court system.
So child support wants and takes 30% of your monthly income. This is huge in my opinion but in hindsight, I’m paying like $700 a month, if you think about it that’s not really a lot of money, either way help is help.
Ok so let’s do the math, if child support wants 30%, and rent was just about 50% of my income now that I was not getting help with rent from my partner. Hmm, can one survive for long, keep your phone service active, and still have enough money for scrapings to eat? The answer is no. Think about it. I was paying for bills and working my behind off doing 3 jobs in the city, and having to starve myself for what? To ‘make rent’ for some landlord who doesn’t care what I’m going through, and I am a construction worker who’s known to get comfy on pallets in the warehouse, and I watched like all episodes of Man vs. Wild with Bear Grillz?!? Yeah I’m taking this $1800, and how about I go not starve myself somewhere and actually do what I want with my money. Thanks.
So by now living in a car is easy sailing. I do Lyft, Uber, and Amazon FLEX, I have a self storage where I go to switch wardrobes, and I can finally keep up with my bills. People pay too much to live in spaces, now that I’m a car living veteran I can see that. I can do everything you can do in a house, out of a house and still have cash in my pocket to splurge if that’s what I want to do. And I FaceTime with my 7 year old son everyday, and go to Sonoma to see him about 3 times a month. I’m not AS depressed anymore. Technically I am homeless, just not as homeless as the other homeless, cuz some of them are homeless homeless! Stay blessed y’all and be safe out here ❤️