An explosive, steady stream of expletives flows out of me. I'm cursing it all, shouting out questions, pounding the steering wheel, and wiping away hot, angry tears. Occasionally Gus joins in, yelling affirmations. Sometimes he waits for a pause on my part and takes his turn, and sometimes he just steamrolls over the top of me. He's not yelling at me, he's yelling with me.
