A meth fire destroyed the duplex next door and half my house, within 30 minutes of the first explosion, everything was gone.

My neighbors had to kick the door in and drag this fucking methhead and his girlfriend out because they were trying to save their cook while the place was burning. Their duplex neighbors lost literally everything. They were in their 20s with twin boys. They came back from vacation to EVERYTHING gone.

I just remember laying in bed and then just BOOM. There were popping sounds and I could hear shit hitting my house, I seriously thought it was gunfire in my half awake state. Rolled out of bed, grabbed my Glock, and just saw my entire yard bright glowing from the fire.

All we could do was grab the good boi, some clothes and get outside. We sat and watched it all burn for a while. Had to deal with this peice of shit methhead outside screaming "it wasnt my fault yo".

One of the many reaaons I fucking hate Tweakers and Junkies.