Well, I certainly had an interesting evening yesterday. We still don't have our car back, but Greg was able to get a ride from one of our church members and he went to the courthouse to see what he could find out about Chris. Imagine the surprise when it was learned that he had been released on personal recognizance again. This made no sense because he has no money and drug dealing is a felony! Well, Greg called to let me know and, about an hour later, Chris called me himself. He wanted to know if he could come by to pick up a few things. I told him that he would have to call back after I had had a chance to talk it over with Greg. We decided to let him come. He walked from Bangor, about seven miles because we couldn't have given him a ride anyway. He ended up walking through a down pour. When he arrived, I had him take a shower first because he stank. Then, Greg and I did a lot of praying about how to handle things. He ended up having to empty his pockets because everything was soaking wet and we actually got to see the court summons. Guess what, the only reason that he was picked up was because he didn't show up in court to face the charges about stealing his x roommate's computer. It had nothing to do with drugs. Chris claims that the scales and baggies belonged to Nicki's brother's friend. I have no idea why, after the police saw everything in Nicki's house, that Nicki's parents claimed belong to Chris, that he wasn't charged with anything to do with drugs. WE have no clue what is going on. Chris stayed the night. We let him sleep on the couch, but we didn't let him use the computer. He did use the phone, I tapped the call and, sure enough, he called Nicki. I was ready to call the police, if he was working out something illegal. They are still thick, so that's another lie. Evidently, Nicki's parents have put out a one year restraining order against Chris so that wil make it a bit harder for the two to meet, but it was quite obvious, from the conversation, that it isn't over between them, despite what Chris led us to believe. Chris swears that he hasn't been dealing drugs, but we told him that we just don't know what the truth is. We explained that he was allowed to stay for the night because he is our son, not because he has repented. We talked a lot, in fact, about the prodigal son and how his attitude was that of repentance and wanting to change. chris admitted that, despite his homelessness, he's having too much fun partying to change so we just told him flat out, that's why you can't move back home. He asked if I would still hold my ground if he were to apply for general assistance again. The general asistance office has a policy of calling the parents of adults between the ages of 18--25 to see if there is anything the family can do to help financially. When they called last time, I told them that Chris was more than welcome to move back home, if he were willing to follow the rules. I told Chris that I'd still say the same again, so he probably won't bother applying. Now, Chris is oficially homeless. Even the homeless shelter won't take him in. He left this morning. We gave him an old bike that we may never see again, but we don't care about it, so that's okay. He was a bit miffed that we didn't give him a better one, but we told him that he had already lost two bikes, not to mention everything else that he left with nine months ago. We stayed pretty firm and he respected it. Part of me is so angry that I could scream. Part of me wants to grab him and just shake him and part of me wants to be nice. I will say this, I"m glad that he left without incident. Last night, I must have sat up for about a half hour, making sure that he was sleeping before I laid down myself. I'm so grateful to God that this part of my life is over and I don't want to go back to it. Kathy