Luckily I was out grabbing a quesadilla while this happened. I came back and saw the fucking stream of pepper spray crap on my sleeping bag, and one other bag.
The fuck.
Luckily I was out grabbing a quesadilla while this happened. I came back and saw the fucking stream of pepper spray crap on my sleeping bag, and one other bag.
The fuck.
Granted there’s a slight chance it was my opp. Doubt it though because he’s addicted to fentanyl and knows that if he fucks with me nobody will help him find it anymore.
Still fucked up to do