Jack of Harts

When I was young, I lived in a real easy world.  I could do anything I wanted really.  I wanted to be famous.  I wanted people to say my name with the same awe they have when they say the names of George Washington, Jessie James, or Hank Williams.  I wanted to make a name for myself.  I loved to play and sing for the pretty girls, but I wasn’t good enough to make it big.  I wasn’t famous, but it turns out I didn’t need to be famous to have fun.  Then the Shang came.