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Jason Stuart
Jason Stuart more or less was raised in a barn. He grew up eating squirrel meat and moon pies. He once jumped over a rattlesnake while winning a foot-race against a giant. He picke...view moreJason Stuart more or less was raised in a barn. He grew up eating squirrel meat and moon pies. He once jumped over a rattlesnake while winning a foot-race against a giant. He picked peas, potatoes and corn by the bushel every morning most of the summers of his young life and spent the rest of the afternoon shucking and shelling. He loaded chemical fertilizer for a while until his foot turned yellow and he quit (though he still doesn’t care a jot for organic agriculture). He’s driven a truck (poorly, he might add), washed dishes, tended bar, cleaned up bars, poured concrete, built houses, run a movie house, served process, worked cattle, and, at times, lived in his truck (1995 Chevy Tahoe 4 door 4x4). He once had to arbitrate a gunfight regarding ownership of a chainsaw during the aftermath of a hurricane. Somewhere along in there, he went to college, the particulars of which are not terribly interesting. Alcohol was involved. He now resides on the beach in Mississippi and works on an Air Force base, though he is not, himself, an airman. He has several lawyers but still no agent. He rides a motorcycle and roots for the Gators. He has not, as of this writing, shot a shark with his .357view less