Yeah, Jack. I know. Don't look at him that way. I was twelve. I couldn't do you justice.
Jack Benson's a very old character of mine. I came up with him when I was about ten and writing a novel about the Bermuda Triangle (it's a time warp back to dinosaur times, you know). Then he became a character in a comic strip called Blonde City.
Jack is, in short, a statistical anomaly. (The proper scientific term is CMS Coincidence Misfortune Syndrome) No matter what he does or where he goes if something can go wrong...it does. For instance, he's been hit by lightning twice, lived through a tornado and an earthquake, been in four bank holdups and has had three cases of amnesia. And he always manages to crawl out of it alive.
But he doesn't really mind. In fact he's under the extremely misguided expression that his life is normal. Despite his crazy life he's generally upbeat and optimistic. Although he does have a few neurotic tendencies.
He has two noticeable scars on his face. The one across his nose was from a disgruntled parrot. And the one on his jaw came from a vicious sewing machine accident. There's a cryptic tattoo on the back of his left hand. You can ask him where it came from:
"What? This?" He holds up his hand and glances at it with a airy shrug. "I was mugged. Woke up in an alley behind a tattoo parlor."
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