AGE: 27 - SEX: MALE - OCCUPATION: RADIO HOST, DESERT PHILOSOPHER
Bio:
Cactus Jack has been wandering the Arizona desert his whole life—not just physically, but spiritually, mentally, existentially. He’s the kind of guy who sits in a lawn chair on his front porch, beer in hand, watching the world fall apart with quiet amusement. If you asked him where he came from, he’d just shrug and say, “Around.” If you asked him where he’s going, he’d shrug again and say, “Wherever.”
He’s the co-host of Dry Heat, a ramshackle excuse for a talk radio show that mostly consists of Black Jack yelling about politics, Scotty screaming about lizard people, and Cecilia rolling her eyes in the background. Cactus Jack? He’s just there. He’s the guy who chimes in every once in a while with something weirdly profound, only to ruin it by following up with, “But, like, what do I know, man?”
Cactus Jack is the spiritual glue of Dry Heat. Not because he holds it together—he absolutely does not—but because without him, the energy would collapse in on itself. Black Jack is too angry, Scotty is too manic, Cecilia is too detached, and yet somehow, Cactus Jack is just enough of all those things to keep everything balanced.
He is the eye of the hurricane—calm, unbothered, watching everything swirl around him, never fully committing to anything, never letting anything get too serious. Because at the end of the day, nothing is that important. And if it is, he’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Maybe.