and when your 11, almost 12 year old son is at teen night at the ymca..
Fuck, i thought it was 9pm, he was supposed to be home..
You go and can't find him..you feel sick..your upset and pissed off...
you look, its raining, and raining harder.
Walk passt the huddled groups of teens (he isn't a teen yet, even)..he's not there..they are all smokin cigs, dope..you hope he isn't..yet..
You ask a few kids, they say he left, went home..you get back in the car, drive, looking for him all the way home, making sure each figure isn't him..
You get home..you can hear him..thank god..he's home...
your pissed off and tell him, tell him its too damn late..you should have called..
inside your so fucking happy..he's home, he's safe.