No they most certainly fucking are not. Nick, my trusty barkeep and all round lovely kid made a massive mistake on Monday night. After drinking long and deeply at another bar's staff party Nick jumped into a car (his parents) drove it and crashed it. He got banged up a bit but thank God did not injure/maim/kill anyone else or himself. However the cops picked him up and his poor folks car is a write off. I want to hug him and punch him by turns. The poor silly prick.
Then there's my little brother. Acute pancreatitis had him hospitalised for a week until today and Lize tells me the stupid bastard was swanning around the pub without a care in the world tonight.
I just want to scream.