He was hardly ever without one.
But justification was rare indeed and he made the best of it.

He said all that was on his mind without restraint as to duration or intensity, thunderstruck at Brian's white-hot response.

For twenty minutes of Irish fire and fury, Garry listened in amazement, sensing an unaccustomed stubbornness in Brian's anger.
"Just a minute," said Garry, dazed.

"Let's get down to brass tacks.
Who and what began it ?" They both told him.
"One at a time, please!" he begged.

"I gather that you, Kenny, in need of petty funds, went out to pawn Brian's shotgun.