difficult child slept through the two hour trip. Woke him up when we got to Arby's...two blocks from my docs. Plan was he can go eat and I'll be back in an hour. He leaves with a full size bed pillow in tow. Remember, all his stuff is there to go back to the sober house. I return. He hasnt eaten. Sitting at a table. Pillow on table. Head on pillow. Sound asleep. I actually take picture with my cell. Wake him. It's 10. Sober House says come at 3. He asks for new shoes. Truthfully, that is a need. He refuses Kohls...not good enough, DSW? Nope. Wants to go to a skateboard shop in the mall for them. Nope. Fool can go barefoot. I do some shopping and ignore everything he says. Told my sponor i now get why some animls eat their young. Then, i get fed up. I head towards the soberhouse two hours early. He can bloody well sit on the porch there and wait. He figures out where i am going, not happy. Oh well. I give one of the managers a large check. difficult child finally unloads his stuff. As soon as he walked away with the last load, i was outta there. No goodbyes.