Terror Firsthand #73: Meeting An Ex Convict
©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: Meeting An Ex Convict
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| The Gay Lash Bar owner Geraldine Lassiter |
The next morning, I fixed cheese grits and a piece of gourmet bread for breakfast. I stepped outside of my tent and took a look at my surroundings. I was very secluded and in one of the most remote places in Nebraska. I didn't see anything around me. After I ate breakfast, I took a short walk around my remote campsite. Then I went back inside and started watching television. Geraldine Lassiter's gay ass salon in Atlanta turned into a reality show.
"I heard about what happened to The Eyelash Spot and I'd figure I should start a reality show since they cancelled theirs forever. Rest in peace to Lakesha Demetria King, she had a beautiful soul and a contagious smile. She always wanted everyone to succeed. Every day she was like a breath of fresh air. In her honor, I present to you The Bougie Lash Bar in Atlanta Georgia. We will be airing every Tuesday at 6 pm so ladies and gents, grab your cocktails and get ready for this wild ass eyelash journey with us!" Announced Geraldine, as proud and gay as they come. Geraldine might even be a man.
There was no way that I could ever watch a reality show that's based on Atlanta. There is a huge lack of interest there for me. I immediately cut the TV off and started working on my social media accounts. I needed more followers and likes. I was so focused on being a social media influencer, that I stopped saving money for a penthouse. The money that I invested into being a social media star this entire year, which was only roughly about $1,300, would only have been enough to live in a penthouse for about one to two nights. Huge waste of money.
I didn't want to waste money trying to pay for a lifestyle that I couldn't keep. It really hurts living fancy for a short period of time, and then having to go back to glamping outdoors in a $500 tent. I mean come on. Why would I want my quality of life to keep declining? I might as well skip the fancy penthouse for a day and stay where I can afford. For the price of $1,300 I could go glamping for about three months.
Anyways, after I added more followers and content to my social media pages, I received a message from a man in San Quentin State Prison. His name was Sebastian Gustavo. The message read,
Hi. My name is Sebastian Gustavo. I found your website and music on YouTube and I must say that I enjoy hearing you rap. I would like you to be my pen pal. Will you accept? You're the only one that I've reached out to since I've been locked up. You can trust me. I'm not trying to hurt you, I just want to talk to you. Please write me back. I am currently serving a 9 year sentence for a robbery. I've already served 8 years and 11 months. I get out in a month. Let's chat until my release date.
I sent the inmate a message back and said,
I mean why me? What do you want from me?
He didn't message back.
The next day, I woke up and followed the same routine as the day before, except, I ate pancakes with maple syrup, and a cheesy egg omelet for breakfast, with a glass of orange juice. I couldn't stop thinking about what a man that had been in San Quentin for 9 years would possibly want with me. I mean, I had to be prey to a guy like that. There's no way he would anything from me. I received another message from him. It was a few pictures of him.
In one picture, Sebastian Gustavo was eating a chicken dinner from Popeyes and in another picture he was holding a cellphone to his ear. In one picture he was wearing a silver chain and had silver grillz, all while incarcerated. This guy Sebastian must have really been the plug on the outside. I started wanting to know more. Who did he rob? Did he have kids? What were his plans for when he gets released? I messaged him back, asking him those exact questions.
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| Sebastian Gustavo at San Quentin State Prison |
He replied hours later,
I robbed a guy that I thought was my homeboy. I caught him cheating with my baby mother so I ran into his barbershop and took all of the money he had. Then I went to two more of his barbershops and did the same thing. I hated that nigga. Nigga owned like three shops and three vacant beach houses, and wouldn't let me stay in one of them while I was down and out! I couldn't understand why he had owned so many barbershops, while I was still living at home with my mother! That nigga wasn't my homie. He wanted to see me down. He even had the nerve to fu*k my b*tch and get her pregnant three times. I only have one kid by the b*tch. Excuse my language, but my baby mother is really a bi*ch.
I replied a few minutes later,
I'm sorry to hear that. That's really f*cked up. So what are your plans for when you get out!? I hope you're not planning on going back around those phoney people that did that to you. I hope you don't plan on going around your baby mama if she's such a b*tch. How are you planning on seeing your kid? Please don't resort to more crime to survive.
Sebastian Gustavo messaged back and said,
I'm not going to get to see my kid because my baby mother is f*cking the nigga I thought was my homeboy! They live together! She is not letting me see my kid! If I try to take her to court for visitation, she is going to tell them that I'm a bad person! She's going to say that I'm evil and that I just got out of prison and need to stay away from her family! She might even file a restraining order.
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| Another still image of Sebastian Gustavo in California prison |
My heart felt for Sebastian. His baby mother was a hoe. She did not have to treat him like some broke bum, just because his homeboy had more money, and then hump all on his right hand man and have three of his kids. That's fake as hell. The message continued,
I'm going to a halfway house when I get out, and I'm going to try to find a high paying job. I got my GED while I was in here. If I don't get hired, I might even end up at my mother's house again! How embarrassing! I'm a grown ass man! I hope you don't diss me like my baby mother did! You don't seem like that type of lady.
I replied and said,
No, I would not disrespect you. I hope you don't try to make me turn to prostitution or anything. If so, I'm not into that. Don't let the media fool you. What about your father? Is he still alive?
Sebastian Gustavo messaged back,
My father got life for selling crack and malicious wounding. He chopped off a bunch of fiend hands for trying to steal the product. He not getting out. I wouldn't make you sell your p*ssy! I know damn well you don't carry yourself like that! If you did, I wouldn't have spoken to you! I know you're better than that, come on don't play me for a dummy.
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| Sebastian Gustavo eating Popeyes chicken in prison |
Oh. I'm sorry to hear about your dad and okay. I know how it feels to be incarcerated. Not for years, but the little time I spent in solitary confinement was hell. Trust me, I understand. Thanks for reaching out. Maybe when you get out, I can meet you with you so you can celebrate! Make sure you go to my official website on my YouTube page and read my policies. I don't tolerate any of that bulls*it. So if you don't think you can follow the policies, I'm not the one you should be speaking to.
I didn't hear anything back from Sebastian. I knew Sebastian Gustavo was a bully. No man that has spent that much time in prison would really want anything from me. I have nothing to offer men period, except my p*ssy, and they can get that from anywhere. That doesn't make me special, trustworthy, honest, or unique. I don't have any unique qualities that stands out. My personality doesn't scream "I'm the one for these niggas." I look like a lame tard to those men. I'm not stupid.
Men that have spent over a year in prison are still looking for square bi*ches. I'm actually realer than they are, and they can't fool me one bit. I'm certainly not the one for them in any way shape or form, and they all know that. I'm not cool, I'm not fly, and I'm not sexy. I'm just another bum to them.
A couple more weeks passed and Sebastian Gustavo was released. He sent me a email soon he got out, like he was really on my side. Yeah right. Sebastian Gustavo was a predictable ass inmate, like all the others.
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| Sebastian Gustavo on his first day out |
Hey wassup Oya Obinidodo. I just got out! Let's link up.
I messaged back,
Hi Sebastian, I'm all the way in Nebraska. How am I going to see you? I don't live in California. I can't travel to California either. I already been there and I don't f*cking like it. It's stinky over there. I'm sorry. I mean, look how that treated you and your father? They treated me like that too last time I was there. Why don't I meet you in Houston or something, I never been there.
Sebastian Gustavo replied,
555-000-0000 call me.
I picked up the phone to call Sebastian.
"Hello?" Answered Sebastian Gustavo.
"You told me to call you?" I said.
"Yeah what's up!? It's my first day out. It sucks that you can't come to California. I can't come to Houston because I gotta stay in California because I'm on probation." Said Sebastian Gustavo.
"I'm bout to go get a hotel room. I want you to play with that p*ssy for me. I want to hear you moan. Can we FaceTime?" Asked Sebastian Gustavo.
"Um no. I don't do all that." I said.
Obviously Sebastian Gustavo thought I was hoe and lied about not wanting me to be a prostitute. I have better things to do than to have phone sex with some square nigga that just got out of prison. Yuck. Darrell was the same way, except he wasn't a convict.
"What you mean you can't do that?" He asked.
"I don't know you like that." I said.
"Well you can get to know me." He said.
"No. I don't think that would be a good idea. I gotta go." I Said.
"You know what! F*ck you, you lame ass tard. I shouldn't have never hit your wack ass up anyway! No nigga will ever want you! Not in this lifetime! You're lame as hell!" Said Sebastian Gustavo.
I immediately blocked his number. He was completely useless. I knew Sebastian wouldn't protect me from a bunch of nail polish wearing lesbians that have incest and have husbands and boyfriends, so what's the point in talking to his funky ass? He can go be with one of those incestuous lesbian gays that's always calling me a man and stalking me and pestering me and framing me for stuff I didn't do. Or he can be with another man that's always calling me a tard. Or he can go be with his stinky baby mother that was f*cking his phoney homeboy. Or he can go be with all of them! Anyone except me! I'm not his type!
I'm tired of meeting all these sexual predators and feces-colored racist men that won't protect me from bullies. All they want to do is sexually molest me like I'm a boy and then degrade me and throw me away like trash. They all suck, and they are a complete waste of my time.
Why be with a man that's going to lie on me and defame me and make me look like a dyke or a pedophile? Why be with a man that's going to lie and tell people that I wear beards? Why be with a man that's going to lie and tell people that I wear red toenail polish when I never did? Why be with a man that's going to degrade my natural appearance and make me look like someone I don't?
Why be with a man that's going to sexually, physically, and mentally abuse me and then lie on my vagina and tell everyone that I'm a man for the rest of my life? That's the most sickening molestation on earth!
Sebastian is the type of f*ggot to try to force me to have sex with a female in my family and then call me a pedophile, a trans man, and a lesbian if I don't agree to it. I'm not attracted to women! I don't want to get molested and set up by a woman and these men want me to get molested by every downlow gay woman on earth! That's how gross and nasty these overgrown, funky, sexual predators treat me. They treat me like nothing. They treat me like I don't have a voice. Sebastian Gustavo pissed me off so bad, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat outside as I watched the fish jumping out of the river.
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| In remote Nebraska alone, tucked away from human predators, sickos, bullies, liars, gays, molesters, thieves, murderers and frauds |
I don't want to be anywhere near those kind of men. They're too evil, hateful, and yucky! They're everywhere! It's a infestation of them, and they will not protect me! They just want to make me look stinky and gay like all those other women they keep getting me confused with! They just want to see me down! They just want to steal my womanhood and take that away from me!
After speaking to Sebastian Gustavo, I decided that I do not want to be sexually active anymore in real life. Actually, I made that decision a couple of weeks before. Sex with downlow gay men is just too nasty, sloppy, degrading, smelly, and unclean. They can go be with the gays. They can degrade me from a distance and call me all those untrue names and defame me and tell people that I dress like a man if it will make them feel better, but they better not come near me, acting like that. I don't want to beef with them. I'm not interested in fighting with a bunch of gay ass people.
Sebastian Gustavo is not going to keep downlow lesbians, gay men, and incestuous people away from me, he is going to force more of them on me against my will. He certainly isn't the one.
I don't want those negligent, abusive, sickening gay men to speak to me at all. They need to stay in their lane. I have nothing common with them or those funky lesbian women that they're always chasing and praising and protecting. I'm not one of those women. How many times do I have to say that? I've been through enough molestation and torture with other men with a nasty gay attitude already. I'll pass. These funky gay men will protect everyone but me. They will protect every jealous lame that want to be me or hurt me. That's just how they are towards me, and I can't change any of them.
I never got to meet Sebastian Gustavo in person, because I knew he was a dangerous person and would harm me in the most disgusting, sickening ways he possibly could. He just wants to inflict more pain on me and I'm already in enough pain. Men like Sebastian Gustavo make me vomit.
The next day, Sebastian Gustavo ended up on the news. He flew all the way to Virginia just to rob the old eyelash spot.
"39 year old Sebastian Gustavo was arrested earlier this morning after robbing Da Badazz Nail Spot in Norfolk Virginia. Witnesses say that Gustavo walked in with a weapon demanding money from the owners Molly Washington and Tyrone Givens, and when they refused to give it up, he shot them in the abdomen. Tyrone Givens was wearing a bulletproof vest made of steel underneath of his sweatshirt and jacket. He survived the attack. Molly Washington did not. Washington was transported to the Norfolk General hospital where she later succumbed to her injuries. Washington had just moved here from Rochester, New York." Said the reporter.
"Ew! What kind of nasty ass city is Rochester?" I asked myself, knowing I would never get an answer.
I began to get hungry for snacks but I didn't have any. I was too scared to drive to the store.
"After shooting the two victims in the abdomen, Gustavo stole all the bottles of nail polish and other products inside of the salon, while Givens pretended to be dead, while laying on the floor." The reporter Nathaniel Franklin stated.
"What the hell? Gustavo is a really gay thief! Nigga got away with nail polish, not money!" I yelled in disbelief. I was so glad I didn't fly to Cali and go see a man that violent and petty.
"Gustavo has been taken to the Norfolk City Jail where he will be later extradited back to California for violating his probation. Gustavo had just gotten out of prison one day prior to the incident. He has served a 9 year sentence, for robbery. Now he'll be serving a sentence for murder, burglary, grand larceny, and attempted murder." Said Nathaniel Franklin.
"I'm not going to let this clown stop me from running my salon. I'm going to order some new hair products and keep this salon going in honor of Zyneeka Monet Barnes-King, Lamont Demonte` King, and now in honor of my fiance Molly Washington. It will no longer be a nail salon, or a eyelash salon, it's going to be a hair salon this time. It's going to be called The Grandiose Hair Studio!" Said Tyrone Givens to the press.
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| Tyrone Givens inside Da Gayazz Nail Spot turned The Grandiose Hair Studio speaking on a robbery |
"Tonight we will be having a balloon release for all of the legendary business owners that once owned this salon. It's sad that they lost their lives doing what they love, which was cosmetology." Tyrone Givens continued. Tyrone also mentioned that he was going to put their names outside of the building on a gold plaque with the words "In loving memory of..."
"Why the hell does everyone Tyrone Givens hang around end up dead? That got to be the worst bad luck. And why he had to announce another business move right after a death? He really needs to slow down before he loses his own damn life." I said outloud in more disbelief. It's already enough hair salons as it is.
