See, I was born and raised in western Philadelphia. As a kid, I spent a lot of time on the playground, mostly playing basketball near the school I attended. It was great for the most part, until the day a group of troublemakers embarked on a campaign of ill-will the likes of which my neighborhood had never seen. I did my best to stand up for the rest of the community, getting in just a single fight, but my mother disapproved of my actions and decided to get me away from the Philadelphia lifestyle; she was sending me to the other side of the country to live with my aunt and uncle. My last act in Philly was to whistle for a taxi. Normally I would just toss my hand in the air and flag one down, but seeing as I had never used a whistle to hail a cab, and that this was most likely my last chance, whistle I did. As luck would have it, the driver didn’t mind taking me all the way to California. Combined with the vanity plate that read “fresh” and the rear view mirror dice, I would say it was a pretty rare cab. For the slightest of seconds I considered passing up on this particular ride, but I shook off my feelings and told the driver to take me to the Bel Air community in Los Angeles. We finally reached my new home sometime in the evening, around seven or eight if I had to put a number on it. I told the cab driver I would smell him later and balked at the $6,279 I owed him for the ride. He didn’t seem to mind and drove away without a word. That was odd, but instead of thinking about that, I turned to see my kingdom. Finally, I had reached my destiny: to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air. #freshpriceofbelair
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 10:25:39 +0000
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