Surprise, surprise! I was making p.b. cookies this evening and my eldest son walks through the door! The one I have not heard from for 9 months while he's been hitch hiking to California and then to NewYork where he found a new girl friend who came with them. Maybe you've seen him - 6'2", dreadlocks, a bandana, carrying a guitar case? He tells me about my relations here and in California and the levels of insanity they each have and the proceeds to tell me that he's going to Argentina to visit (freeload) an old friend and then he's going to Isreal witth this girlfriend to play guitar in the streets and promote peace.I went right over to my mothers to take her garage key but it was too late as he had already been there and despite me telling her how it is with him she had already unlocked it. The garage is where most of everything I still posess is stored and he has stolen from me again and again. If you confront him and he can't deny it he'll just shrug and say that you weren't using it anyway.... He makes me feel so uneasy and unhappy. This is not what I thought it would be like to be a mother of a baby that I loved, a toddler I worshipped , a child that I did everything I possibly could to help. I can't wait for him to leave tomorrow. I don't know how I'll sleep tonight knowing he's here.