While eating tacos and backing up pints of beer with sotol, a mysterious vigilante offers us insight into the other patrons at his watering hole. Like him, their moral compasses are no longer pointing north, but have shifted to achieve a certain kind of justice.
Believe like your life depends on it.
I'll fight to the death for my daughter
Two Deaths Are Better Than One
Never did he think he would have to face...himself.
Take the trip. No one else is gonna.