This reminds me of a fun night I had last semester at college.
I lived in a house off campus with a few friends. The house was nice, but the landlord was slow with the repairs. Our fridge had been out of service for the first 3 months of our lease, from mice eating the wires. My friend had a mini fridge that we fit 5 peoples worth of groceries in.
We had parties much like any other college house, and during this time, the mini fridge would be dubbed the booze box. Anyway, our neighbors didn't really appreciate our parties. One night there was a loud hissing outside the door (I was in the living room playing brawl) and then a loud smack. I open the door, and there was no one there. What was there was a half empty bottle of laundry detergent and a letter that said please open, with a frowny face in the o.
I got my housemates together and we opened the letter, and it said " Dear College Kids, Listen here, you little fucks. Im sick of listening to you tone deaf annoying ass's singing dumb songs... if you dont stop there will be consequences.. Plus, yall smoke some shitty middie ass weed. it aint that good good. Signed, your loving neibor"
Now this was a hallmark thanksgiving card with all the pleasantries crossed out. We weren't quite sure how to respond. we found it hilarious, but were slightly worried if it was some crazy who was going to kill us. We ended up walking two blocks and reported it to the police, and nothing of note happened.
To top that night off, I walked into the kitchen at the end of the night and i saw a small dark mass duck underneath the booze box. Just as it was about to escape, i pressed down hard on the fridge, and trapped the little mouse underneath. It was staring right into my eyes when it opened its mouth. It began to speak. It told me the story that would tie everything together.
"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 there I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood 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 begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, ‘I might as well kick it’.
First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they’re prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don’t think so I’ll see when I get there I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain’t trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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 can say this cab is rare But I thought ‘Now forget it’ – ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’ I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air"