Dreaming up the skid
I am the anti-hero. They used to call me Ajax - a sort of a pun. Take a bunch of archetypal heroes named Jack and stick them together. Affix the appropriate pre-fix, and you're really only left with one thing. They used to write books about me; but even those became a parody after awhile. Mostly because people forgot what a hero looked like. What it felt like to look forward toward heroic deeds being even possible. Now mockeries, parodies, and versions of me roam the landscape, looking for opportunities for miniature integrity. As if character were dispensed in neat little packages. I am the anti-hero, but you wouldn't know my face. I look much like everyone else; maybe a little worse for the wear, but not due to any particular circumstances. I've seen some things that have turned my hair gray, but for the most part the worst part of the world I've only heard about. Kind of like a second-hand suicide ... or worse yet, a rete