Transcribed from <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-smartest-man-in-the-world/id401055309">Clasps</a>: <bq>The beach in San Francisco is not like Brian Wilson's endless-fucking-summer beach. Beaches in southern California, people go to 'em and they're surfing and they're having picnics. Or if you go to a beach in Hawaii, people are playing volleyball or -- what do you call those boards that you stand on and you have a stick and you look like a douchebag? What are those? -- paddleboards. Yeah. Those are awesome, right? And people are out there doing that and shit. Anyways, in San Francisco, the beaches in San Francisco are <i>dirty</i>, the fence is crumbling, the concrete abutment is falling apart, there's parts that are taped off with police tape and shit, the sand is repulsive and it's not a beach that you go to to hang out all day in the sun and take your clothes off ... <b>it's a beach [where] you put stones in your pockets and grouchily walk out into the water and say goodbye to this world.</b> No one goes to the beach with a beachball and goes like this [vogues with beachball]. No. You go with a joint and a six-pack. And you sit there. And then when dark comes, you set fire to your car.</bq>