I was camping with my girlfriend about two weeks ago when my gf's jackass friend decided to take a tire that was disposed on crown land wherein we were camping and throw it on the fucking fire we had going. We were a party of three people total, myself, my girlfriend, and this retard. It was about three in the morning, I wanted to sleep, retard and girlfriend wanted to continue to shoot the shit [me and gf are both trans, retard was in gf's life long before myself] so I went to bed. I noticed that the fire grew to unimaginable levels, and keep in mind our tents were no less than 6 feet away from the fire, mine included. The air grew thick and heavy and I couldn't breathe. I started to yell at the two from inside the tent as I realized that something was up, to put out the fire and go to bed and that our camping trip was over.
This fucking retard put a goddamn tire on the fire. I was fucking freaking out, screaming and yelling. I was drunk and didn't know what to do, i just wanted to go to sleep but not breathe in fucking lead and cadiminium and fucking god knows what else. I wanted to crack retard's head open with a hatchet so fucking bad.
Retard puts fire out. Girlfriend realizes that maybe retard shouldn't have done that, and we all go to bed. I wake up at 6 in the morning. I clean up everyone's garbage, including retard's randomly-casted-aside pill containers and knife. Frankly I should've stolen both, and saw to retard cleaning up his own mess. I made us all leave the site by 10 in the morning. Retard actually thought that me and gf would stick around to shoot guns.
Ever since that point my OCD, which itself was bad enough to drive me to quit using pot, has gotten severely worse. I wanted to drink one of the like, 10 coronas that were left from the camping trip ever since then. But every time I looked at them I just thought about how they were there, and they could be "infected" with some kind of smoke from the fire. I don't want them. I hate it so much. I can't drink anything but water and milk; mostly because I do not trust their packaging, since it's plastic. My OCD has gone into overdrive. I went to the hospital and stayed for seven fucking hours just to be told that I had modest bronchitis, had great vitals, and was provided an inhaler which I so far have not needed to use. I went to the local clinic a few days later because of an earache.
I don't feel comfortable in my own body. Thanks retard, I hope your bulls
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