This Is The Last…

I worked in Oceanside down by the beach, for two years. There was never a shortage of interesting characters. Most days were mundane and a tad dull. But one thing that would make me smile every single day was seeing Jeff the sign-twirler (?) heavy metal guy, holding his sign like a guitar, banging his head, and screaming the words to his music. He is an Oceanside treasure. He’s a hard worker - holding signs for Port of Subs, Little Caesars, the surf shop, the gas station, and works the counter of Little Caesar’s too. He’s enthusiastic - always singing/screaming the words to his songs. He’s got chutzpah.

The Reader printed a really nice interview with Jeff this week. You can check it out here.

The last thing we did at my work before we moved from that location was have a garage sale. We wanted to draw attention to our garage sale, so we tracked down Jeff (who was at the Church’s Chicken dying his hair black). We made a sign in the shape of a guitar advertising our garage sale and hired Jeff to be our sign twirler.

There’s not very many things I miss about Oceanside. Yeah, having lunch at the Hill Street Coffee House was nice, and picking up food and eating down at the beach was pretty sweet. But the thing that I miss the most is the constancy of seeing Jeff on the street corner, holding his sign like a guitar, banging his head, and screaming his heart out.