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Input: sorry for my bad english since this happend a few hours ago and in probably still stoned.

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So for context: we are with a few friends in my apartment. One person was there i invited aswell cuz for my other friends and to have more than 3 people. one of my firends brought space muffins (my first time im stoned) and the guy I invited aswell lets call him jack got a bad trip and puked my house under and my poarch that I share with other people.

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after two hours my friend starts noticing jack is feeling bad from space muffins and tells him to lie down on my bank.

then one - two hours later he feels well enough to sit. me and my friend we're trying to order kebab and just as he wants to order jacks body decided tot throw it all out. after three times I tell the mongloid to move his ass to the bathroom becuase i don't want more potential damage from his puke. as time progrest (2 minutes) I felt more and more rage coming and if my friends didn't stop me there would be serious harm to jack because i was cooking. then out of anger I yelled at him: "move your ass out of this house 3, 2, 1" and becoming more angery the longer the sentence. he moves his ass out. it was 2 oçlock afternoon and winter. 

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Then to heroes of my friends helped me calm me down(lets call him arthur) and the other two cleaned it up(Thank fking hell they we're there i could not cleaned that shit bro) and really praise them that they helped. as arthur calmed me down we went over some solutions: he couldn't drive his car cuz stoned and feeling bad, sleep on my couch, sleep in his car, find a person that can pick him up or a taxi ( or maybe an ambulance to sleep the night at the hospital) I made it clear that i don't want him in my house no conditions as if he is pukking again i have to clean that mess which is dont like and potentialy have to check if he is not worsening and more.  Then arthur asked jack to try and call someone to pick him up. and arthur tried to tell me if im down to let him stay in my house if really needed and kept telling him no, no way. before he had the muffin he shouldve decided what if im going bad and how do i get home if i cant sleep at yin's apparently he didn't do that. So i tell arthus if he can't find a person take a taxi or sleep in his car im not helping jack anymore. im not the biggest fan of jack and to help him while he puked in my house was no option for me all i care for was that my house was clean(thank fking hell again for them). arthur did tell me about being low body tempature hypothermia iirc and maybe that he doesnt have to sleep in the open potentially and told him if he really needs to find shelter he can use the hallway i share with the upstairs neighboor. I couldnt provide sleeping stuff aswell cuz i hadnt had a spare and wasn't willing to give mine up for jack. so the other option after not finding a person to drive him was a taxi.

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so my other friend jeff says "my mom can pick us both up" (jeff was also carpooling with jack) so that is taken care off and he doesnt have to call an expensive taxi.

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So after my friends cleaned everything(we cant praise them enough) for me me and my friends sit there waiting for jeffs mom to come. she arrives jeff packs stuff from jack and him that were still left. arthur and onyx where still here and we watched some memes on yt. then they leave and help me with throwing out the thrash with pukeremains and clean the poarch.

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The most bad i feel is to my friends, they helped me alot and the first few minutes i treated them as shit. i yelled at onyx to let me through(I wanted to go to my bedroom to calm down but my sleeping room is next to the bathroom. and onyx was probably afraid i was going to hurt jack) and yelled pretty hard at onyx and that if arthur, jeff or onyx we're to puke i wouldnt mind giving them the couch to sleep on. and that they had to help jack and me not just jack.

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Arthur, Jeff and Onyx if you ever get to read this im so sorry how i reacted to the situation and ecspecially you onyx 

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jack if you get to read this: I could've handeld this better and not went full ragemode.

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tl:dr : jack puked in my house after feeling bad from space muffins, I yelled at him to get out of my house into the cold and couldn't care less how he got a sleeping place / came home.

sending a friend of a friend out of my house and rage at him when he puked in my house while we're stoned. and not offering my couch if he couldn't come home