Jack of Harts

I love those gangsta wannabes who waddle around with their belts around their legs.  They are so easy to catch when they try to run.  And if they fight, they hold their pistols to the side, and act so dangerous.  They’re lucky if they even hit their target, and they rarely realize how easy it is to disarm them until it is too late.  I learned long ago that the people to worry about are the truly dangerous professionals who wear suits.  I happen to wear one myself.