People need to accept personal responsibility for our own actions. I never blamed my parents for my own choices. They both provided us a good life, we had everything we needed, and a lot of crap we didn’t need. I was just a slacker asshole. To a certain degree, it was the Me Generation shit I bought into, in another respect I was too interested in the socializing aspect of school, as opposed to the studying and working part. No one to blame but myself. And my dad was a lot more easier going than his persona would have indicated.. If I brought home an F he’d ground my from calling my girlfriend after school, or from using his car to run around with her. But after a week he’s be like, Hell, here’s the keys, go get your girl and have fun. But you better show me something on that next report card!