Jack of Harts

Before Yosemite, I lived for the moment. The hour. The day. After Yosemite, I lived to kill the Shang. New Washington changed me again. I still wanted to kill the Shang, of course. But that is when I chose to become something like the man I am today. Everything before that is a prelude. The building blocks of a life. I’ve grown a lot since then. But that is when I became…me. Captain Jack of Hart Squadron. Space Cowboy. Well. Just Cowboy, I suppose. But Space Cowboy has a ring to it. Does it sound too pretentious?