went off the rails when I was in my late teens and it was hard on my family. Hit my dad especially and he died a couple of years later before I'd pulled myself back together and got to university and all that. Still feel I contributed to his poor health. Probably didn't but the thought is always there. Regret just being such a dick back then. Especially now I've got sons of my own.
On the positive side, last conversation with him I was working away in North Wales and I'd called home to speak to my mum but she wasn't in. Usually we'd have nothing to say but we chatted away about the FA cup semi replay v Oldham. Spoke longer than I can ever remember us doing before. He died a week later.