Terror Firsthand #111: Freedom Of Artistic Expression

 ©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: Freedom Of Artistic Expression 

In Ellicott City Maryland, hiding from a bunch of "we's", groupies, murderers, gays, and incest people that wanna bully me and torture me for no reason 

The next day, I received a message from the graffiti warehouse letting me know that I could not paint inside of the warehouse, only on the outside in the alleyway. It was time to check out of my hotel so I packed up my things so I could head to the outskirts of Baltimore City, in Ellicott City, to set up a campsite.

I kept hearing voices in my head from of a bunch of incestuous men that sexually molested me in the past, calling me a "nasty man". It felt extremely sickening, and I didn't want to be in Baltimore City anymore. I threw up five times before I got in my car and then drove 45 minutes away. 

I didn't even get to tag any legal graffiti and I didn't get to make a music video. I was vomiting too much and my gut told me to stay away before all of those horny, fake, yucky, downlow, incestuous sexual predators with the incest faces start bullying me, defaming me, harassing me, violating me, and pestering me for attention. I just didn't feel safe there. I didn't even get to see the graffiti warehouse, but I did sign a petition online to keep graffiti alley open. 

I started a campfire, ate some lunch, and then chilled. I received a message from The Crime Scene podcast, about my request to be on the show. Joel Hughes said that he doesn't take requests, and that him and his crew finds people to be on the show themselves. 

I cut on the TV and saw a hood report about Alexandria Skeeter- Big Fly's baby mother. The name of the podcast was called Opp City with 

Max Wood. 

Max Wood - Opp City channel in Richmond Virginia 

"Big Fly's baby mother, Alexandria Skeeter, was fired from Chicken N Stuff after they found out about her scams in Washington D.C. She took it to Facebook live to address the issue." Said Max Wood before playing the clip.

"Fu*k Chicken N Stuff! They sh*t anyway! They have rats and roaches in that motherfu*ker anyway! I'm tired of working minimum wage anyway! I can barely afford childcare!" Yelled Alexandria Skeeter in the video. She was looking stank as f*ck and had on black fingernail polish. I've never worn black fingernail polish a day in my life. She also had a piercing in her left eye, another thing I never had.

"I'm not trying to get evicted from my crib! I don't know what to do!" Alexandria Skeeter continued. Then the video clip stopped. 

"Just hours after she posted that video to Facebook live, she was evicted from her section 8 home in Miami. She has 30 days to get out. But wait that's not all, Big Fly was seen moving into her apartment the next day so he could live in there for 30 days. I'm surprised she even took him back, after getting shot by his other baby mother!" Reported Max Wood. 

I paused the TV and went to Big Fly's Instagram page and there was a new family picture on there of him, Alexandria, and their child. The caption read, 

She's pregnant again!

Big Fly, Alexandria Skeeter, and child in Miami Florida 

I unpaused the TV and Max Wood continued.

"A source informed us earlier today that Alexandria Skeeter is pregnant again with Big Fly's child and that the couple started using coke together. Alexandria Skeeter was also seen writing the words "F*ck this crappy place" on the side of the Chicken N Stuff restaurant." Stated Max Wood. 

I was about tired of Big Fly and his 12 baby mommas. He was a f*cking nuisance to the rap game. I understood why Chi Grizzly hated him by that point. I took a bath and went to sleep.

The next day, Max Wood had more info on Big Fly.

"Big Fly's baby mother was forced to move out ASAP after someone reported drug activity and prostitution at the couple's apartment. Witnesses said that they saw multiple cars pulling up all night. The couple was asked to leave immediately. They gave away all of their furniture to a thrift store and was seen sleeping in their car in Broward county." Stated Max Wood.

"I have a witness, who chooses to remain anonymous, on the line." Said Max Wood, as he put the witness on the air.

"So Big Fly's baby mother is a prostitute?" Asked Max Wood.

"Yes. She is. I was one of the ones that f*cked her." Said the witness. "There were niggas going inside of her apartment all night. Big Fly started pimping her out." 

The witness on Opp City 

"About how much money would you say she made last night?" Asked Max Wood.

"She most likely made around $800 or $900 bro. But Big Fly took all of that. He was in there beating her ass, selling her, and giving her coke all night, while their child was in the other room." Said the witness.

"Wow. All that in one day?" Asked Max Wood.

"Hell yeah, and child protective services, just took away their kid not too long ago! Big Fly was arrested on domestic violence charges and got locked up and Alexandria was arrested on cocaine possession and vandalism." The witness told.

I paused the clip and searched for Big Fly, and I saw an article about his arrest. It was true.

"What happened to Big Eight? Where is he?" Asked Max Wood.

"Big Eight disappeared. That nigga deleted all of his social media accounts except for YouTube. He doesn't have any contact info on there either bro. Don't nobody know where that nigga went." Said the witness. 

Big Fly's life was trash at that point. I cut off the TV and I received a message from Mi$ter Min$ter about my graffiti request. He responded by telling me that a large mural would be $36,000 and a smaller one would be around $10,000. I didn't respond and deleted the email. His rates were too damn superficial. I cut the TV back on and saw him back on The Los Angeles Super Wave with Mocha Bank. He did the unthinkable. 

"You and Annabelle K are a couple?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Yes. She lives with me in Beverly Hills now." Replied Mi$ter Min$ter. 

"How did the two of you meet?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Well, I saw her porn The Darkest Thotties, and I liked what I saw. I started masturbating and then I realized I wanted her next to me, so I found her social media and contacted her. I'm surprised that she even replied but she did." Said Mi$ter Min$ter.

Mi$ter Min$ter had no class. Dating Annabelle K. was a gross move for his ass. She was not all that. A picture of him and Annabelle K popped up on the screen. 

"Why isn't Annabelle K. here right now?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"She didn't want to come out of the house bro. You know how women are sometimes." Mi$ter Min$ter replied.

"Are you still doing graffiti? I mean, have you switched over to the legal side or no?" Questioned Mocha Bank.

"Yeah. I still do graffiti and about it being legal, I can't speak on that. I try to hit up as many legal walls as possible. Ya know?" Responded Mi$ter Min$ter.

"How many pieces have you done this month?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"40." Replied Mi$ter Min$ter.

"Wow, so you're pretty active I see. Do you have any beef with any other graffiti artists? Do they ever try to go over your work on purpose?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Yeah there's this one crew. I'm not going to say their name but they are always trying to go over my work. I don't let it get me down though." Responded Mi$ter Min$ter.

"Are you ever going to get a real job? You can't do graffiti forever can you?" Questioned Mocha Bank.

"No I'm not going to get a real job bro. My parents are rich. I'm going to be an artist forever. Nothing is going to stop me from writing. I live for graffiti. I breathe graffiti. Graffiti writing is my soul. It's my spirit. Nothing can stop that. I'm writing for ever. I will never give up my right to artistic expression." Answered Mi$ter Min$ter. A picture of his latest work popped up on the screen. 

Mi$ter Min$ter's new piece in California 

While I drank a cup of hot tea, I began wishing that I could tag as much as Mi$ter Min$ter. I wanted my legal right to artistic expression too. I wasn't rich like Mi$ter Min$ter, and I didn't have as much access to that much legality. I drove to a nearby art store and purchased some markers and a sketchbook. I started drawing what I wanted my tags to look like, knowing I wouldn't be able to bring many of them, if any of them, to life. I wanted spray paint, not markers.