- NEW YORK STREET. 10:00 AM. 1970
Steam and smoke rise out of a manhole in a busy suburban New York street. Wide view of the street, with old American cars parked on both sides and children running around. We hear the children’s laughter and the sounds of cars and traffic.
We pan across to see a small pizza restaurant named Jimmy’s pizzeria and there is Jimmy. A small, chubby Italian man in a singlet and a white apron wiping down the windows and smiling pleasantly out onto the street.
- JIMMY’S PIZZERIA. A MOMENT LATER.
We enter the (now empty) restaurant and see 10 tables with red and white checked table cloth and simple metal chairs. The light coming in through the glass window is the primary lighting, and at this time of the day, the restaurant looks hazy. We hear Jimmy speaking with someone in the background.
We come into a customer-like POV shot, slowly zooming in from in front the big wooden counter to see Jimmy and a young man huddled over a bit of dough. Jimmy has a large spoon filled with tomato sauce in his hand, and he applies it to the dough.
Now, you make sure that you apply the sauce evenly otherwise it’ll cook crooked, all right?
Yeah, no problem, Jimmy.
The boy walks out of frame and into the kitchen. Jimmy throws the cloth over his shoulder and places both hands on the counter and looks out the window to see a shiny black cadillac pull up outside. We are now in Jimmy’s POV looking out the window and through the logo ‘Jimmy’s Pizzeria’.
- OUTSIDE JIMMY’S. NEW YORK ST. DAY.
We are at ground level and can see the steps leading up to Jimmy’s beneath the shiny black drivers door panel of the car.
At the bottom of the driver’s side door, we see a man open the car door and step out onto the street wearing purple suit pants and shiny black leather shoes.
Slowly panning up the length of the man’s body, we see a profile of the man. He is a tall and sharp looking Italian man wearing a dark purple suit, looking out of place in the Suburban st.
As we get to eye level of the man (close up), he looks past the camera and slicks his black greasy hair back with a black comb. He looks up and down the street, before walking around the car and up the steps to Jimmy’s.
- A MOMENT LATER. JIMMY’S PIZZERIA.
We’re now at Jimmy’s POV to see the man open the door and walk into the restaurant across the other side of the room from Jimmy, inspecting it and picking at the walls to check for paint chips.
Can I help you pal?
MAN IN PURPLE SUIT (mobster)
As a matter of fact, Jimmy, you can!
Wide shot from the back of the restaurant dining area. We see the man in the purple suit to our left, standing tall with his hands in his pockets and JImmy standing with his hands firmly placed on the counter to our right.
There’s an immediate tension between the two.
How do you know my name?
MAN IN PURPLE SUIT
It’s on the big sign outside next to the word ‘pizzeria’
All right guy, what the hell do you want, huh?
MAN IN PURPLE SUIT
You see, Jimmy, I’m here for business. My employer, Paul Galloway is interested in your establishment and
he’s looking to buy it from you. What do you think of that?
Well, pal, I ain’t sellin’ anytime soon. I just finished setting the place up.
MAN IN PURPLE SUIT
You see, Jimmy, my employer isn’t what you’d like to call a negotiator with these kinds of dealings. I would strongly suggest that you reconsider his offer. You stand to make a lot of money.
POV of man in suit standing in front of the counter across from Jimmy. Jimmy’s arms still spread shoulder width apart on the bench looking directly at the man in silence. And his brain ticking over…
Back to the wide shot at the back of the dining area:
MAN IN THE PURPLE SUIT
So, Jimmy. What’s going to happen is, you’re going to run this place the same as you usually do. You’re going to pay the bills the same way you usually do, and you’re going to wipe down those damn windows the same way you usually do. The only thing that is going to change is that my employer, Mr Galloway is going to run this joint. Completely off the books, but own it he will nonetheless. You understand me?
So, let me get this straight… I get to keep working here and run the restaurant like I usually do, but with a boss? Why the hell would I do that? Are you crazy?
MAN IN PURPLE SUIT
It seems that you weren’t listening earlier when I told you that my employer isn’t the negotiating type, Jimmy.
Now, the reason why we are doing this, we cannot say. But nontheless you do not have a choice, and you will not tell anyone about our arrangement. Cappish?
Why the fuck should I listen to you, you cheap fucking bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are?
As we move to an upper body shot of the mobster, we see him slowly, but calmly move his suit jacket to the side to reveal a large silver gun in a holster.
Speaking softly, but assertively now; The mobster pulls the gun out from his holster and points it in Jimmy’s face.
MAN IN THE PURPLE SUIT
Jimmy, I’m still not convinced that you are aware of the gravity of your situation, nor are you aware of how great this opportunity could be for you. I think you should reconsider your attitude towards this ‘business proposal’ (chuckling to himself).
SMASH TO BLACK.
The surfing industry has seen an influx of wave pools being built recently and the question has been asked to surfers; if they had the chance to learn how to surf in a controlled environment, do you think that they would prefer to do so, rather than learning in the ocean?
It is apparent that now, within our industry, we are seeing the impact of technology. And for good or ill, the surf industry either needs to adapt or reject the new wave. For the majority of surfers, the idea of surfing in a wave pool sounds fun, but part takes an important element away from surfing – its unpredictability. One of the benefits of learning how to surf in the ocean is that you are forced to learn all of the basics in one setting. You need to learn how to duck dive, paddle against waves and negotiate your way around waves so that they don’t break right on top of you.
I sat down with freshwater beach local Ethan Hogan to ask him about what he thought about the new influx of wave pools:
A major factor of surfing is the unpredictability of the ocean. It’s what keeps you coming back; if you don’t catch a wave one day, you’ll feel more motivated to go surfing the next to try and make up for it. Do you think that wave pools will remove this element of motivation for surfing?
Yeah, I think that’s probably one of the best things about surfing – it never gets boring or stale. Each day is different, the same as every wave is different. I don’t think a wave pool can compare honestly. I don’t think that wave pools will deter people from surfing in the ocean, but I don’t think someone learning in a wave pool will feel very confident when they do finally paddle out into the ocean.
That’s true. Do you think that you would have preferred to learn in a wave pool when you were learning how to surf?
Honestly, I think I would have preferred it. Just because all you need to focus on is standing up and riding the wave. In the ocean you need to learn how to do that, plus learn how to paddle and time waves. It can be chaotic in the ocean, so yeah… I would have preferred it. But at the same time, I’m glad I learnt how to surf in the ocean.
As an avid surfer yourself, would you feel more inclined to surf in a wave pool rather than the ocean?
(Laughs) No way man! Not unless the ocean is completely flat. But even then I’d feel shameful.
There has been news of two new wave pools that are planning to be built within Australia by the end of 2017. The company running the show, ‘URBNSURF’ are planning to build a man-made wave pool just 23 minutes outside of the Melbourne CBD, and one on the west coast of Australia in Perth. No official plans have been locked in yet for Sydney.
Although a man-made wave could never match the likes of the ocean, it is true that they will create a controlled and safe environment for people who want to learn how to surf. If wave pools can offer this kind of beginner orientated platform, then I say why not? If it means more people are learning to surf, it can only be a good thing
“Alone!” he wept as he wiped the tears from his face. “Truth! No longer truth!” he cried.
The confused scholars surrounded the boy…
“We are but fallen angels cast of the kingdom and free from everlasting pleasure! We are the defiled, we are the shunned!
The group of scholars grew larger and larger; all gathering around to hear the boy speaks his delusions.
“How dare he speak in such a foul tongue, “a scholar yelled.
“Blasphemy!” Another yelled.
“God is dead! God is dead! We are the forgotten, the disillusioned and abandoned offspring!”
One young scholar found the man’s words full of substance and truth. His mind began to wonder of all the wrong doings, men and women had done unto him, and so he begun to feel enraged with anger and hate.
“God is dead!” The young scholar cried.
The crowd turned their heads towards the back of the auditorium, where the young boy stood.
Mothers and children cried and screamed at the accusations that now swarmed the room like some great black cloud
One of the elder scholars began to speak and the squawking of the crowd simmered down to a quiet mumble.
The scholar continued… “Young man! What is your name?”
“Ezekiel! Son of Agathe!” the young boy shouted.
“Ezekiel! why do you reprimand the Lord in such spiteful rage?” asked the old scholar.
“There is no more God! fools! all of you! Fools! you are misguided sheep! how can you be so naive?” the boy cried with a splinter of agony.
“Zeke! fear not! what is troubling you my boy!” the scholar asked with empathy.
I sat in disbelief at what was unfolding before my eyes. No one had ever questioned the scholars or challenged them on this matter. I was experiencing a paradigm shift, and I didn’t know what to feel. I hung on the boy’s words like they were string – I wanted so much to hear what he had to say. As I looked around I could sense the feeling of uncertainty and worry. My hairs stood up on my neck in anxiety. The air around me began to thicken and suddenly I could feel the inner linings of my shirt, as beads of sweat ran down the side of my body. I was scared, we all were. Why was the boy speaking this way? What was happening?
“For what do we owe this perjury? are we not bound and chained by this belief we lay in the God’s hands? for what cost must we continue to pay? God is dead and he is taking us with him!”
“BOY!” the scholar screamed, “what madness has driven you to commit such foolish disobedience? For what is the purpose? Answer us!”
The crowd gasped in fear as the boy reached into his pocket to pull out a sharp blade.
“Ezekiel, NO!” The scholar cried. “God will save you, please boy… put the knife down!”
Ezekiel continued “as my own body as sacrifice, I challenge the Gods to one final score of judgement. If God is not dead, he will come down and stop the blade!”
He took the blade in his hand and begun to move it down to the right side of his exposed flesh. The mothers cried and the children hid their innocent faces in their dirty little hands. The scholars bowed their heads in shame and in hope that the young boy would draw the blade away from his body.
I could not help but watch. I had never been so frightened like this before in my entire life. Here I was, filled with spirit until this young boy came along and challenged everything that I had to stand for. And now, the deciding factor; whether or not God really was dead like Zeke had claimed, or if the all willing Gods would come down from the heavens and stop the blade.
“GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD!”
The boy pushed the blade into the side of his body and into his ribs as the crowd screamed. The children and women screamed as loud as lightening cracking in front of one with their hands now covering their faces.. It felt as though the ground was trembling, as if some great earthquake was bound to shatter the scene into rubble and dust.
As Ezekiel dropped to his knees, the old scholar rammed his way through the crowd, knocking over women and children to come to the child’s rescue, but it was too late. Ezekiel’s bloodstained the barren stone he laid on, a red puddle of what could have been a bright future had been spilled in the name of God, once again. Great. Well written.
Suddenly I could not hear the screaming around me anymore. My eyes transfixed on Ezekiel’s cold, dead body and the scholars huddled around him in disbelief. Dust and people now consuming the air around me, running around mad and in shock; their lives had just taken an unexpected turn, as had mine. I felt numb and paralysed. Not at what I had just witnessed, but at the thought that Ezekiel could have been right.
“Are we but caught adrift in some ocean of uncertainty and chaos? Is there no hope or resolution now for the human race? What have I become?”
I look bleakly into the future. Why were the God’s absent and why did they let that boy kill himself? If they let Zeke kill himself, then why? Why did they let this young boy die as a sacrifice to challenge our belief? Is God dead?
As the waves gently crash onto the early morning sand of autumn at Dee Why beach, a young man drags himself out of bed and into the cold, brisk morning air to put on his wet suit. His wet suit is still cold from yesterday afternoons late evening surf, and as he puts his hand into it, he feels a shockingly cold rush of adrenaline – a feeling that he has come to confide in, a feeling that reassures him of himself, and it is a feeling that reminds him that what he is doing is right, purposeful and wholesome. The young 15 year old by the name Ethan Hogan, whom hails from the northern beaches of Sydney’s east coast, is a rising star who is bound to take surfing in his stride for a lifetime.
Ethan is the kind of person that likes to challenge himself, and luckily for him, surfing is one of the most challenging sports one could endure; you need to be able to negotiate the ocean, study it’s habits before jumping in the water, and also gamble the risk of being attacked by some great big shark swimming below. I asked Ethan personally what kind of challenges he would regularly face both in and out of the water; ‘A challenge I would always face is the constant changing conditions of the water and the environment around me. The waves, the wind, the crowds of people… Sometimes it was too busy in the water to catch a wave.’
So what drives a person to continue to pursue a challenging task like surfing? Is it pride, self-assurance, fitness or fun? Some of the greatest athletes in the world are people who have put their passion before anything, and it is such a priority to achieve greatness that most things aside from that passion pale in comparison to that feeling of finally overcoming an obstacle. I think this applies to Ethan’s attitude towards surfing, and probably something that he has adapted to his everyday life. Waking up early is already a bit of a hassle for most people, but to go out and then purposely make yourself colder by jumping in the water, some cannot begin to fathom it.
When I asked Ethan about the reason why he continually pushes himself to the limit he said, ‘I noticed that I have become more in-touch with nature and I have found a new appreciation for it, and also just how addictive and incredible riding a moving force of nature is… I don’t think you could accurately compare it to anything else. That’s why I started surfing, and that’s why I’ll never stop.’
I personally find this deeply profound and inspiring. if surfing has the ability to bring man and nature back together in such a glorious fashion, why aren’t more people surfing? It could be one of the more easily accessible forms of therapy out there for people to participate in, and if we can learn anything from Ethan’s attitude towards surfing, it would be to never stop moving, and to do whatever it is that makes you get out of bed in the morning.
A sullen night on these streets doesn’t add up to much
except for a few empty beer bottles and a couple of
homeless guys begging for money.
It’s everything but focus –
It’s chaotic, gritty and dirty.
You’d think it might have a pulse of it’s own sometimes.
The city lights that glisten in the night could blind you
if you’re not careful.
The trick is to sit back and observe and let it all
wash over you like some big wave.
As the lights hit your eyes and the wind
blows your hair back,
you start to remember why it is you were born in the first place;
not to get your little old hands dirty for some big time,
but to experience life as it is and always will be:
A god like appraisal of everything easy going and simple.
Sometimes I like to just sit back and take in my surroundings.
I like to let my mind do its own thing for a minute, and
there are no particularly recognizable thoughts and there
is only silence.
I think that it’s important for a person to have this ability,
and to use it as often as possible, because I think that it is healthy.
Human beings have a tendency to run around, ticking off
goals and accomplishments throughout the day, and I can’t blame them
for that, it’s how we recognize and measure success.
But I think that just for a moment,
taking the time out of your day to quiet your mind will be beneficial
for the soul.