I can imagine. For what it's worth, I hope whatever caused the shitty things has an even shittier time from it.

[He doesn't offer platitudes or promises of a better future, only that life's pains catch up with those that caused them, too. And when life doesn't take care of it by natural order, he's more than fine with comeuppances coming other ways.]

I'm... I cut the checks.

[He does more, of course, but he doesn't really know how to put it into words.

He drains his cup and pours a second.]