OK, living your 20's in San Diego...
You're at a beach bonfire, eating home-made carne asada tacos cooked on a portable grill, hangin' with friends after a full day of riding bikes / swimming / whatever, feeling tingly from the sun, smelling the suntan lotion. You're all listening to some reggae, watching the sun go down and the sky turning an amazing wash of purple, gold, and deep navy blue. The noise of the waves is entrancing. You see the fins of a few dolphins break the surface of the water about fifty yards out, as they swoop in to steal the best waves of the set from the last surf before dark.
After the sunset, maybe you'll roll over to Hennessy's for cheap beer, or maybe the Belly Up to hear Dave Wakeling again. Maybe you'll cruise home, you're still feeling the Vegas trip last week, and tomorrow you're leaving early to drive to the mountains to snowboard.
It doesn't matter, you're smoking some amazing crip. As the third toke takes effect, you ruminate... man, Marley was a genius.
San Diego for ya.