Randy Morgan really doesn’t want to be here.

But the stout, gruff-voiced Laguna Beach artist is tired of all the [“expletive”] as he puts it, that seems to constantly fly his way.

And so he sits outside the Coffee Pub in the city’s downtown village on a sunny, tourism-board-approved afternoon with Aussie expat Ian “Kanga” Cairns, a former world-champion surfer. Cairns is Morgan’s new business partner (or “adult supervisor,” Cairns will joke), and the two men are trying to answer questions about how, in a city soaking with artists, Morgan has become such a smack-talk sponge.  READ MORE