Jackson Banks was an over-achieving young man who eventually earned a law degree. He grew up thinking practicing law would be awesome, but it turns out John Grisham writes fiction. This was a major oversight on Jackson's part. Practicing law sucks in reality, so Jackson began writing to relieve his daily stress. Some folks found it funny, so he decided to try to make a living doing it. Of course, he hasn't quite quit his day job yet.
In the process of earning his law degree, Jackson met The Wife, who provides the inspiration for many of his writings. Jackson writes mainly creative non-fiction pieces that are loosely based on the random things that actually happen to him. Occasionally, he writes other types of stories.
Interests Jackson's hobbies include hiking, mountain biking, making a fool of himself, and annoying The Wife.
Favorite Books When You Are Engulfed in Flames, Me Talk Pretty One Day, A Walk in the Woods, The Sex Lives of Cannibals, Getting Stones with Savages, Lost on Planet China, Into the Wild, Into Thin Air, The Innocent Man
Favorite Authors David Sedaris, J. Maarten Troost, Bill Bryson, John Grisham, John Krakauer, Tucker Max
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