Every once in a while you’ll hear a story about parents who went away on a trip and assured their teenage son that they trusted him to be sensible. Sure, they said, you can have some friends over, but you know our rules so we trust you. Then, as sure as the growth of grass follows a rain storm, a week later they express disbelief upon arriving home to find empty bottles of beer stuffed into the pillowcases in the master bedroom and the lawn furniture sawed clean in half in the backyard*. Never really blaming themselves, the parents instead can’t believe that the combination of teenagers, alcohol and a hospitable venue proved so toxic.