So what if the cops murdered my pa. At some point you gotta bone up to the facts. Street justice sure ain’t no pick-a-daisy square dance.

Maybe my gun’s smokin’, maybe not. What’s my business is none of yours.

I’m talkin’ about street justice.

Yeah I shot that barkeep. So what? Street justice sure ain’t no second helping of peach cobbler.

Would I shoot him again? I suppose that would all depend on whether or not he came back to life.

I’m thinkin’ about killin’ you right here.

So what if the milkman shot and killed my pa? He knew the rules, pure and simple.

Street justice doesn’t just happen by itself. It takes just a little bit of oomph, a little nip of hooch, and maybe a stadium full of unsuspecting bystanders.

Pass me that bottle of juice, would ya’? Of course I know it’s empty. I’m just an old fool looking for a good story and a cheap time.

I know what you're gonna say on your death bed... "I finally get this street justice thing. If only I'd figured it out before Sideburns cold iced me"

I’m talkin’ about street justice.

So what if I shot and killed my pa? Street justice sure ain’t no eight-penny henny-hamper dilly-dally foghorn.

“Sideburns” Mickey McCoy is a world-renowned expert on Street Justice.