So I got a call at 330am it wakes me up, I answer it and it is my 18yr old son. uggg I can bearly understand him. He calls me at and asks me how to get to Mesa. WTF?? He lived here so how does he not know??? Well it is beyond obvious to me that he is on something, what I have no clue. So I ask him, he says,"Mom why do you think I am high?" Well lets see I can't understand you, you are asking me how to get to Mesa, and it is flippin 330am. I ask him where he is and he says at Superstition Springs BLVD, I said, " Well your in Mesa." I am frustrated right now I could scream." So then he ask me, " How to I get to Red Mountain High school, WTF?? Does my son not get it, it is 330am you went to Red Mountain High and graduated. My son graduate a yr early. So here I am worried as hell about him, he is in a car with god only knows who, high, drunk hell just not in his right mind. He tells the whomever he is with that they need to get off on Power. You know you do your best when raising your children, and you hope and pray that you have given them the tools ness. to have a good life. They move out, get a job, seem to be doing okay. Then this shit!!! I think the strangest thing is though, yesterday I checked his myspace, and his message got to me when he said,"I dont know what is better women or drugs." I called him and he wasn't there. I then called his dad to see if he has heard from him. Nope they saw him that morning and that was it. I know he is an adult but damn, I am worried as hell. Where is his fucking (excuse my french) brain??? So now I sit here concerned as hell almost an hour and half later wondering, is the damn hospital going to be calling here to tell me that my son is in a car accident? Is my son going to be calling me telling me he is in jail?? Is he still okay? Is he safe, still alive???ugggg!! The worst thing is though that if he calls me cause for some reason he got arrested, I would accept the call, but I wouldnt do anything to help him, I wouldnt pay his bond, show up at court or anything else. Anyway thanks for letting me rant and rave. I almost want to call the number back again that he called from and make sure that he is alright, so when does a parent stop worring?I feel so helpless right now as a parent, knowing that there is nothing I can do.