HeÃ¢â¬â¢s hungover when we first meet him. With two empty bottles of alcohol rolling in the wind slightly underneath the public bench heÃ¢â¬â¢s sleeping on, and another bottle hanging loosely from one of his hands, his ragged and dirty clothes give him the appearance of a homeless man. Nobody seems to be paying him much attention, but itÃ¢â¬â¢s more like they donÃ¢â¬â¢t care about him. His wool cap is pulled down over his eyes, the image of an eagle stitched into it. He has daysÃ¢â¬â¢ worth of unshaven facial hair masking his skin and his snoring is loud and obnoxious, further solidifying his appearance as a bum. Then, all of a sudden, a young boy walks up to him, slapping his arm to wake him, proclaiming his name: Ã¢â¬ÅHancock!Ã¢â¬ï¿½ Hancock awakens grumpily, the kid points out news coverage of a high-speed pursuit (Ã¢â¬ï¿½Bad guys!Ã¢â¬ï¿½), and Hancock tells the boy to get the hell out of his face. After cricking his neck, putting on a pair of sunglasses and making a face, Hancock blasts off into the Los Angeles skyline with a fresh bottle of booze, leaving the debris of the demolished bench in his wake. Not exactly the first impression a superhero should make, wouldnÃ¢â¬â¢t you say?