Terror Firsthand #52: Rapping Can Be Dangerous

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Rapping Can Be Dangerous 

Back in Phoenix Arizona 

The next day, I woke up and I received a text from a male gigolo that I had contacted whose name is Quentin. He said that he was ready to link up. What better way to get over GD6Star then to move on with another guy? 

I started thinking about something else GD6Star said when I was with him a few days ago. He had made a comment about my earrings. He said that the hoops were too big. He said "the bigger the hoop, the bigger the freak!". He also said that he wanted me to pierce my nipples. I told him that I do not wear body or face piercings and I never have. I told him that piercings aren't my style. 

It was time to move on from Jametreis. All he does is complain about how I look, how country and hillbilly my accent is, how he can't trust me, and how busy he is and that he doesn't have time for me. I'm sick of him. I don't even like him anymore. Everytime I see him, there are a bunch of lesbians on his TV anyway, and I have to tell him to cut it off. Women are disgusting to me, especially gay women. GD6Star can have GD7Star's baby mother. I don't want him or GD7Star. 

With that being said, I text the gigaglo back and asked him what time did he want to chill and where. I waited for a response. In the meantime, I ate a granola bar for breakfast and then went hiking around the campsite like I do every single day. 

After hiking, I cut YouTube on and searched for a deceased female rapper whose name has been changed to "N.O. Shorty." N.O. Shorty was a famous rapper from New Orleans and Baton Rouge Louisiana. Someone shot into her car 26 times about 14 years ago and she died. She was pulling up to her upscale gated neighborhood when the slaying happened. She was going to run inside of her house and grab some things before heading to Miami to perform at a big celebrity event. She never made it out of Louisiana alive. She was the first female rapper to sign to a label called Dinero Records.

In the N.O. Shorty documentaries that I watched, they showed a clip of her funeral. It was a big, up to do type of funeral. It looked like it was thousands of people there, and the casket looked infamous. It was a mafia style killing and funeral like I had never seen before. It reminded me of the movie American Gangster and The Godfather. Her death kind of reminded me of Oya Negra Capone. 

After I mourned over the Louisiana born celebrity, there was another female rapper that died. That female rapper was from Texas, and signed to a label called "Uno Zero Uno Siete Lick Squad". They called themselves that because they hit alot of licks. Anyway, the girl died over a drug overdose and I watched a 4 hour podcast about her death. The girl, whose name is Encantador, was only 26 years old and died 5 days ago. In the podcast, people were accusing her label owner, whose name is G Mane, of allowing her to have a drug addiction. 

Anyways, after I saw Encantador's death on TV, I finally cut the TV off. I don't think I'm going to die like N.O. Shorty or Encantador. I know alot of people hate me, but I'm not a star. I'm not a celebrity. I don't think anyone is trying to murder me that bad. I'm not even signed to a major label. I'm still broke and independent.

My chances of dying would be higher if I went back to Virginia. That's where all of the real hate is. I already made it out. If I go back again, I might not. There's no need to go back. I might get killed by GD6, a gay man, a racist white supremacist, or a hating, jealous woman that I don't even know. I'm not going back to Virginia for their public housing. I decided that I'm going to skip out on the Shark City Public Housing again, and that is my final decision. 

While sitting at my campsite, I thought about calling Romeo. I decided that I wouldn't call him because I had no place for him to come to. Times like these called for a luxury penthouse, a gated mansion, or an affordable riverfront condo. If I had one of those, he could spend more time with me. I didn't want to apply for public housing in Arizona either because it isn't safe. I rather just stay at the campground. I wouldn't want Romeo to come visit me in the projects. It's too embarrassing.

The housing projects certainly isn't a good location for a brand new relationship. It wouldn't last long. Romeo would eventually get tired of coming over there. I didn't invite him to my campsite either because I needed a bigger bed, and I didn't get a hotel room because I didn't want to spend my last dollar on one.

I needed every dollar I could get. When times get hard I have no one to turn to. No one is going to rescue me and they're not going to give me a dime to save me. I don't even have family that will save me if I needed them to. They'd just let me die.

I went to a grocery store nearby and started shopping for some food to grill. I decided to just enjoy the day alone. After I left the grocery store, I went back to the campsite to grill some hotdogs and hamburgers. I also brought a bag of potato chips and a cake. I sat outside and enjoyed the weather. I also grabbed my telescope and went bird watching. I saw lots of cool birds flying around. I took pictures and posted them to my photography website.

A few hours later, I received a text back from Quentin. I told him that I would get a hotel room and link up with him in the morning. He said okay. I didn't know what kind of person he was, but I was interested in finding out. A few minutes later, Quentin texted me back and asked me did I know how much his services cost. I told him no. Then he gave me a high number.

I asked the male escort to knock about 65% off of the original service price because I had to pay for the hotel too. I also had to put gas in my car to drive to Chandler because that's where he was, not Phoenix. He agreed to the 65% off so I took a shower, got dressed, and headed towards Chandler.