SirAnonymous       I'm sorry for remaining Anonymous, the internet is unsafe. Hello, my name is David. I am a sixteen year old boy from Northern New Jersey. I recently needed help from the lord, and here is how. I was walking home from school, when two boys who are fond of picking on me hit me. I got very upset and asked why they did that. In honesty, I was crying. He told me because I was a "Mudkip," and that they're stupid. I cried asking for help, and when God answered, My mom got scared and said I was moving to my Auntie's and my Uncle's in Bel-Air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed me up and away. I gave her a kiss, and she give me my ticket, so I put on my walkman and said I might as well kick it. First class, and it's phat, drinking orange juice from a champaign class. If this is what the people of Bel-Air are living like, it might be alright. I whistled for a cab and when it came near its license plate said, "fresh," and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, this cab was rare, but I got in and said, ""Yo homes to Bel-Air." I pulled up to the house at around seven or eight and I said, "yo, man, smell ya' later," looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to assume my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. And that is how I became the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.