Smith, you'll find, is a rare breed indeed. He's the first Australian since Peter Townend who has actually fallen in love with Huntington Beach, as evidenced by the following excerpt. Even the suggestion is likely to get him in hot water at home. To his credit, he doesn't care.
If you twisted your neck, your very neck, east and toward the beach. Toward the scaffolding rising like a florescent orange Camelot. Toward virtually nude women lining up to be painted by truly insane men. Toward a sea of tan. Then you would know it ended with a bang.
The US Open of Surfing is such an awesome show. The Unspoiled Fan scoffs. He giggles at the poor, and lets be honest, embarrassing surf that Huntington usually serves. The Unspoiled Fan wants quality surfing in quality surf. But while we are continuing to be honest, how many unspoiled fans are left? Not me! I love to watch awesome surfing. But I love more to go to awesome parties. And Hurley, 6.0, Converse etc. threw a banger. They threw a one week long banger. It was so banger that the totally used to partying lots couldn't take any more. I saw Johnny Gannon in the Shorebreak lobby as he checked out. His eyes were tired, shoulders slumped. He spoke of how nice it will be in Tahiti because he and Taj stay in a nice family's home on a hill. Away from wild nights. I saw the Geiselman bros with their heads on a table. Asleep.
For the rest of Smith's rant, including his dis' on Mick and Dane Reynolds, head over to stab.
