Jack of Harts

Sometimes I like to sit back and just take a vacation from all the troubles and tribulations of the worlds. Okay. Make that a lot of the times. Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy a little excitement in my life. There’s all kinds of nice things that can come from saving a damsel in distress. But they’re a lot rarer than fairy tales would have you believe. So most of my excitement is of the “Oh God, oh God, we’re all going to die” variety. And I make it a policy to say no to dying, so I try to steer clear of those situations. I prefer some slow time on a warm beach where all I have to worry about are the jealous boyfriends three towels over. Which can be mighty dangerous now that I think about it in their own way.