They call him the bad boy of sandcastle building contests, embarrassing the competition up and down the Pacific Coast. He shows up in a new leather jacket and blackberry shades, with shovel and pail in hand. In San Diego, he built the Taj Mahal; in Santa Barbara, the Sphinx; and in Santa Cruz, The David, talking smack the entire way. Under a brown sugar sun and an exotic spice breeze, he’s sculpting beautiful contours, then lighting up a Maduro cigar and wandering the beach, berating his opponents. Some might think calling that 12-year-old a no-talent poser was too harsh, but hey, you can’t argue with results.