QUOTE : Finn swore and swung on me, his eyes darting between me and the road. “You don’t have a filter, do you? You just say whatever the hell comes into your head!”<br /><br />“You just told me no games. You just told me to say it like it is. That’s what I’m doing.”<br /><br />“There’s a big difference between saying it like it is and telling all there is to tell!”<br /><br />“You’re probably right.” I nodded. “I’ve always been . . . blunt, but something happened to me when I let go on the bridge,” I explained softly. “My give-a-damn broke. I don’t care anymore. I just don’t. I’m not afraid. I’m not feeling suicidal, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. Does that make any sense?”<br /><br />Finn nodded. “Yeah. It does. I’ve been there myself. But I just fixed my give-a-damn, unfortunately. So you need to have a little respect and show a little restraint. Deal?”<br /><br />“Okay.” I sighed. “Tell it like it is, but only in doses Clyde can handle. Got it.”<br /><br />“Thank you,” he said sarcastically.<br /><br />I resolved to freeze him out and didn’t say another word, staring out the window, composing song lyrics in my head so I wouldn’t go crazy.