He's coping like it never happened,

I'm still me even after all that's happened.

When a hurricane damaged my father's house, my brother rushed over with a gas grill, three coolers of beer, and an enormous Fuck-It Bucket - a plastic pail filled with jawbreakers and bite-size candy bars. ("When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it,' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.")

Have a drink, and try to relax. All right, have another drink. There are times when getting drunk's not a bad idea.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

I dont know that happened.