I boarded the greyhound bus late one dark Las Vegas evening feeling very, very weary, as yet again I had just escaped by the skin of my fucking teeth, albeit this time for doing something which, in the eyes of the “Great American Judicial System”, was deemed to be criminal.

Continued :

However, to paraphase the words of George Orwells Animal Farm :

" I looked from the judge to the criminal, from the criminal to the lawyer, from the criminal to the politician, from the politician to the criminal, from the lawyer to the judge, from the jurors to the criminal and they really did appear all the same to me ”.