My God, strange I should see this topic last night. Strange enough that I botherd to book mark it, and wait until I was unbanned to post my English essay in it.
Here's the last paragraph about how I was hit in the face in town the other week.
"Halloween night is a pretty restless night for everyone, and it ended with me being hit in the face for a combination of reasons: the way I looked, the people I was with and how they looked, and the fact they were teenagers drinking in public. I went home and told my mother about it, my mom got scared, and said, "You're moving' 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, Holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air."
I'll uhh, get back to you in a few days when I get my mark.
