Jack of Harts

We all live on the same worlds as everybody else, but many of us live in worlds that others just don’t.  I grew up in a small town, a world where everybody knew each other and smiled real politely.  It was a world where someone who tried to steal from you got shot, and where friendly policemen escorted lost boys home.  I liked that world.  Knowing the bad guys from the good guys was real easy.  I wish I could share that world with more people.