Listen closely, for I have a tale to tell. A tale of how my existence was forever altered. I'd like to take a moment sitting here before you, and tell you of my rise to power as the Prince of Bel Air.
I was conceived, born, and reared in the western district of the city of Philadelphia. As a child I often spent time partaking in playful activities at the local playground. I would often play basketball games with my peers, in a fun and relaxed atmosphere. One dark day, several unruly gentlement began acting malevolently, their motive being to cause disorder and promote gangsterism in the community. I clashed with these unruly gentlemen in a minor physical engagement. My mother, worried for my safety, told me she was sending me off to live with family (my aunt and uncle) who live in the Californian metropolitan area of Bel Air.
I called for a taxi and when it approached I noticed the taxi driver was using a custom licence plate saying "FRESH" and I also noticed a pair of fuzzy six-sided pipped dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. This was quite absurd, and I thought that perhaps maybe I should wait for another taxi, but I figured he was simply an eccentric character and asked him to take me to my uncle and aunt's home in Bel Air.
I arrived at their residence at approximately 7 o'clock or perhaps as late as 8 o'clock. I said my goodbyes to the taxi driver, while passing a comment about the detestable odour of his vehicle. I looked around at their estate and I immediately felt at home. My feelings of discontent, worry, and homesickness had passed. I felt as if the town of Bel Air was a new place to spread my wings, to make new friends, to make a name for myself. To put in simple words, I was finally ready to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.