Jack of Harts

I love space.  I really do.  I can fly anywhere I want, whenever I want.  But sometimes what I want is to lay down on a beach with all the pretty girls.  Dig my feet down in the sand, let the waves lap against me, feel the sun all over me, and hear seagulls on the wind.  And watch a game of beach volleyball.  That right there is what I like to call a great big heaping helping of paradise.