The Hell on Earth Known as Justice

Just walking into Justice is an assault on the senses. It feels like I've been drop-kicked right into the middle of a Kidz Bop video. I can't really take it all in at once, for fear of triggering seizures. The music! The neon! The smells! They should offer Xanax-infused calming hoods like the kind you put on animals, but for parents having to endure this place. There's much to see, and Camille runs off like we're at the carnival. Only it's the worst carnival ever - a carnival without funnel cakes.

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