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jimmy did not grow up rich. in fact, his fondest memory is stealing his daddy’s old beater of a truck and joy riding. he did this countless times, garnering him some skill behind the wheel and a bit of a juvie rap sheet. his daddy taught him that hard work with your hand’s is the foundation of every success story. in this case, jimmy spent his summers with horses, mucking out stables every day in hopes of getting to pick out a friend of his own.

when jimmy was sixteen, he decided it was about time to make his own way in life. he skipped town and moved from louisville, kentucky to… well, some bum-fuck nowhere town that never did much for him. but it was there that he met one of the most beautiful ladies he had ever laid his eyes on. if you ask, he won’t tell you her name–but he will tell you about the way she could melt any man just by looking at him.

while he attended college, this beautiful lady of his was the closest thing to a girlfriend he’d ever had. unfortunately, when he got a job offer in new york city, he couldn’t turn it down and she wouldn’t come with him. up until that day, he was sure heartbreak was bullshit.

but things went well. he grew in the company, worked his way up, and one day someone said: y'know, you should really do this kinda thing for a living after a particularly good conversation about the growth of the company. from that day on, he pushed as hard as he could until he got a bit of a reputation.

somewhere along the way, he met that beautiful girl again. the two married and settled in idaho while jimmy worked from home. at forty years old, jimmy was sure that becoming a father was not an option; but the way that little girl’s eyes gleamed the same green made him melt in an entirely different way.

jimmy won’t tell you why he hasn’t seen his ex wife or daughter in four years. but he will tell you about the way a woman can put her own child at risk just to prove a point.

nowadays, jimmy bennett is a rather prolific economic consultant, working for various companies from the top fortune 500s to small start-ups. while it isn’t his passion, per se, he’s goddamn good at it. while jimmy’s job primarily relies on his ability to be charming and professional, he’s got the smarts to back it up in the form of two masters (statistics, economics) and about fifteen years’ experience in the field. the charm is for the secretaries–the real shit starts once the doors close.

but the thing he enjoys more than rubbing elbows with the richest people in the world is simple: the man loves the outdoors. he can’t get enough of finding a big rock to climb and a long trail to hike. when he’s not stuffed up in a suit and tie, he’s checked out of city life and into dirtbagging.

his second choice? driving. most of the time he spends his evenings driving around seeking out an interesting place to spend his night. currently, he owns two cars: a sky blue mclaren 720s and silver porsche (which he very strictly pronounces as porsch-a) 918 spyder–and yes, he will tell all about how wonderful they are to drive.