If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This - Pg 114 : Gaining Ground

   I was going on and on about how bad it's been, about this horror and that, how many times he was in the bin, how long he stayed, which birthdays Dad missed, and what graduations he ruined. And Harris, he just hoists a beer and shrugs: "So what?" I guess that was love. Not his saying it. Me hearing it. "So what?" I heard freedom in that. Like a great big chalkboard eraser getting rid of all that shit. So what. That won me over.