I only have about 25 more posts to shift over here, which is a lot, but also much fewer than I thought. I have about 40 posts over on Tumblr, and that is far too many. For transferring, I mean. But I am excited! I can't wait to get this blog all updated and new! And fresh!
Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
In West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, and just shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and 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, "Nah, forget it. Yo, home,to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Sorry, that's just stuck in my head now.
Have a picture of a cock. Next time: The story behind this picture.