Well a little birdie said difficult child was out at a large underage party in a bad apartment complex. So, one friend got advice from an offduty officer on how to get cops out there. Another friend (difficult child doesn't know) picks me up. I get in back seat. We head out there to observe underage drinking so she can call cops as suggested. I still haven't slept. Threatening to sing "Goodbye Earl" but with name of difficult child's enabler. We find party. Call. Three cop cars come. The kids have lookouts. Scatter to the wind. Cops leave. Kids return. I gotta find my pal a party pooper tshirt. Silver lining. Her sister helped me get difficult child's car far away this afternoon. On drive back, she shared her 25 year old was in jail for not paying 2nd DUI. Only sister knew til me. Kindof felt like God was putting us together. difficult child texting me. Polite. In control. Hmmmm. Told him I won't turn his cell off if he texted me daily.