Can I handle the roller coaster cycle anymore?
The real question is, can you handle this roller coaster cycle for the rest of your life?
He’ll go to a friend’s house and get plastered. His friend’s mom calls me to come get him, and what am I supposed to tell a mom.
Perhaps you could tell her he's a big boy, he got himself there, he can get himself back. When did you become his personal aide and taxi service?
Is this how you want to live?