Jack of Harts

I’m hyperactive.  For as long as I remember, I’ve wanted to do things.  Sitting in class for hours on end was the next best thing to impossible.  I notice everything, I want to do everything, and I never want to stop.  When I was young that meant partying and playing with girls on the lakes of northern Minnesota.  Now it means that I always have somewhere else to go, something else that needs doing or seeing.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever settle down.