Grrrr. I am ready to put my kid's head through a wall, but fortunately he was able to get a ride at midnight to his dad's house four miles away. He asked if he could have two girls and two guy friends over for a few hours, promised they wouldn't make a mess and would keep the doors open if I would stay upstairs and not breathe down their necks. I agreed, figured they're 16, I'd rather have him and his friends on my turf where I can keep an eye on things rather than downtown (gangs and drugs and bored kids looking for excitement) or at a home with no adults around. The girls needed a ride home and I agreed to take them, and since the boys had been so well behaved I didn't insist they go with me (would have been very crowded with me plus six teens, even in my 7 seat minivan). Well, I come home twenty mins. later and boys are no where to be found, but music is on, xbox is on, computer is on in my son's room. I go to turn out the light when I see on his bed the remains of a "dutchie" (cheap cigar they hollow out and stuff with marijuana to smoke, easier to handle than a small joint, esp. as it burns down), what looks like a decorative brass box but when opened is some kind of marijuana grinder, with bits of weed stuck to the teeth, and most worrisome, a large aerosol can of something that fixes flat tires, and has a short, soft plastic hose coming from the nozzle. Now I'm wondering if one of them is huffing. I locked the doors and turned out the lights and waited for the kids to come in from the darkened back yard. I confronted my son and told him to get his stuff together, he's not sleeping over and neither are his friends. Called his dad and said he is getting dropped off (oneof the boys drives and had a car with him). At first my son protested that there was no marijuana use, didn't know where the spray can came from. I told him that he better not dare call me to take him to the doctor for his asthma if he's going to smoke cigarettes and marijuana. I'm so bleeping angry with him right now. He acted stunned that I would actually make him leave my house, but I have told him, I don't want him smoking anything. I want him clean and our tolerance is zero. If he fails another test his PO is sending him away for rehab. Jeez, they just make you crazy, don't they? It's the head games that kill me. Just yesterday he was asking me if he cooperated with his home instruction tutor and PO if I would consider letting him get his learner's permit when school is over in a few weeks. I said I would speak to his dad and hear what he thinks. Then he goes and does this.