I *wish* I had a bunch of people to blame for my shit; it would be awesome to have that fallback position. But now that I’ve been an adult far longer than I was ever a kid, defensive finger-pointing has lost its appeal. From what I can see, there’s little more to be learned from poring over everyone else’s ancient mistakes… I’ve stockpiled enough of my own to keep me busy in perpetuity.
With that said, you’re welcome. As sons-of-bitches go, I’m happy to be of the entertaining variety.