a friend and i were visiting my boyfriend that was going to the con and we were supposed to meet him at the aftermath. I was surrounded by degenerates. all of a sudden like six people in the crowd turn on me and start screaming "man the harpoons" and pointing at my friend and i saying "DO NOT WANT". We aren't the only ones that it happened to, i saw another girl post her story about it that they actually followed her down the street and into a building before the owners stopped her. i don't think people had a right to be judging me when most of the losers at the aftermath were either bigger or uglier or didn't have any kind of social skills. the city of baltimore asked anyone that suffered harassment at the hands of the aftermath participants to report a complaint that is to be enforced through the convention center. i'm debating filing. I found it almost funny that my mom got scared and said "You're movin' in with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nahh, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house around seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne, as prince of Bel-Air.