The most thoughtful gift Jack Glavin’s ever received at gunpoint was a step-up. The Rhode Island native had routinely missed the best days his little surf town had ever seen — the come-and-go hurricane swells that define each season for an East Coast surfer. But it’s not like Jack was bummed about missing those days. His “aww schucks, I missed it” act was a well-crafted dance…until Neil showed up one day with a beautiful yellow rounded pin.
A proper step-up for a proper gentleman.
“Now I had a problem,” Jack admits. “This was an object designed for the sole purpose of pushing me out of my comfort zone. And the only thing that happens when you’re outside of your comfort zone is growth, which people should avoid at all costs…unless they are trees.”
So, what does a self-proclaimed mediocre surfer who hates waves of any consequence do when his shaper friend gifts him the very tool meant to perform in waves of consequence?
Glavin, who’s typically pretty lazy, took action. He no longer had, “I don’t have a proper step-up” as a justified excuse whenever solid hurricanes lit up the forecast. The easiest way to fix that problem, he decided, was to destroy the surfboard. But of course, he needed proof that the board’s demise was a complete accident — at least some random act of God (or fine art) that couldn’t be pinned on him. It was either that or finally admit to his friends he didn’t want to charge on those solid days.
Obviously, that last suggestion is just ridiculous. So he decided to hire a hitman instead.
