He's home. We picked difficult child up this morning after a 2 hour drive. Grabbed a bite to eat, hit the Social Security office, then to Walmart. His clothes from "before" are all in tubs and are all either ripped, torn, stained, stink to high heaven or all of the above. We had bought a pair of sweats, shirt, jacket, socks and boxers prior so we stopped and got a few more things plus hygiene items. Now...nearly 8 hours later, he is out with husband running an errand. I am sitting her enjoying the quiet. I'm glad to see him, I'm glad he's out but I'm already feeling the urge to strangle him. The old annoyances I had forgotten, the prison stories...omg the stories! He now knows about all sorts of crimes both general and specifically because guys in prison told him. His know it all belief is still going strong but now it's about crimes and drugs. Oh that reminds me. We got a call from the prison nurse offering her help if we needed it because difficult child is so young and drug addiction is so hard to overcome. *blink* Drugs? REALLY? I have no doubt that difficult child has experimented but to listen to him? He smoked pounds of pot and snorted half the town up his nose. Uh huh. Soooo.....that's why I NEVER smelled dope on you (and trust me, I was raised around it, I KNOW what it smells like) and all of the coke you did is why you SLEPT all of the time? And I don't mean stayed out for a couple of days and THEN slept. I mean literally slept all the time and didn't leave the house. He managed to tick me off even before he was released. Talented he is. But, tomorrow morning he has an appointment with they guy at the shelter so he should be moving in there after. I can't wait.