I thought there would be no real justice any how. Justice to me was a pint of draught. That was before I got the dentist's bill. Then I gave up on my forgiveness kick. Justice became a pint of bitter.
Justice is fruitless.
I walked into the Occidental. Bloody shirt, face cut up, teeth strapped together, and ordered my beer. I gave the tender bartender lady a toothy smile, which hurt a lot. I got home to have my woman balling over the sight of me. I didn't care.