Jack of Harts

I spent Saturday writing a short story. I knew where I was going. I had a plan. Then the characters mugged me in a dark alley, dragged me onto a train I didn’t plan for, and took me way down the line. The end result? I was still awake at 1:59 AM Sunday morning when the government stole an entire hour out of my life. Government is Theft. Just say no to day light thieves!