One Job thought of revenge against others. Those who took some happiness from him. Those who took away his family life, chose to fuck his wife, or sue him: pretenders who pretended an ethic or reason for taking that put their conscience at ease. Before killing.
His imagination saw hit men take them out. Cracking their knees with baseball bats, blowing up cars, killing this or that relative.
He lacked the means.
He realized he never sought those means in the first place.
Money’s empowering. And he never sought that power.
He lost an urge he’d never had. And at no cost.