so my uncle has been staying with me and my mom for the past week or so... living in the garage. today they go grocery shopping, and my curiosity gets the best of me and i go to check out his room in the garage. low and behold, i find a little bit of pot on the table.. and on the floor i see a wee little baggy. i pick it up to find a little bit of white powder, and taste it. low and behold, my tongue goes numb, confirming my intuition. so again i get curious, and go through is pockets to find what i think is a crack pipe in an empty ciggerate box. about a 3 inch metal tube with some black scentless stuff it. not very comforting finds. so later that day, im upstairs trying to take a nap. and i hear a loud noise and some screaming. as im walking down i hear him say 'your one fucked up bitch' and then he storms out to the garage so i follow him askin him wat the hell his deal was. he tells me its grown up shit. so i told him i found the coke bag lying on the floor, and the herb on the table, and how he doesnt have a right to be pullin all this shit after all my moms been doin for him. and he trys to tell me the coke was pot. i told him he was full of shit, and he tells me hell put his foot up my ass. so i talk to my mom, and i find out he had asked her for a paint brush or paint or something. she gets skeptical, and asks what he needs it for, because she knows he has a porch job tommoroe, not a painting one. and he blows up, throws a beer can at the wall... about which time i had came downstairs. i also heard im say ill be outta here by tonight... and like a minute later he comes back in talking about he has no where to go. man i really dont know what to make of all this... any advice on handling this would be very cool.