My Uncle Ray was sitting there quietly and then pulled a Paulie and said “all I know is you need to get your shit together kid!” and my Uncle Tom goes “oooh no harsh language!” and my Aunt Joyce goes “statazit it’s not your turn!” and my dad, the normal one, goes “Jesus Christ, Jimmy.”
Can very much remember being extremely hungover, just out of the hospital, devastated and at rock bottom, finally picking my head up and seeing my sisters were trying not to laugh at the gavones acting like idiots and it loosened everything up. 4+ years later still haven’t drank again.