This is an anecdote explaining the manner in which my way of life was
rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees
from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time,
simply place your posterior in the selected location, and I will relate
to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district
of the City of Los Angeles, California located at coordinates 34.08333
-118.44778.


In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as
Philadelphia, my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is
also where I spent my childhood, in my mother’s care. The majority of
my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as
a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height
of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might
be considered standard room temperature. Outside of my educational
institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my
peers, when two gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause
a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and
disharmony in the area in which I lived. I was involved in one rather
small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my
general safety and well-being, and she informed me that I would be
moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously
mentioned community located at the previously mentioned location.



I implored my mother to relent approximately 24-48 hours ago, yet she
gathered my belongings in a somewhat flat, rectangular shaped piece of
luggage and expelled me from her presence. She placed her lips upon my
cheek in an affectionate manner and handed me a pre-purchased pass for
public transportation. I placed the headphones for my personal music
system into my ears and verbalized the idea that I may as well impact
this situation with my foot. Traveling in the highest available level
of comfort, this is indeed an unfortunate situation (although I make
this statement with some irony). Consuming the juices obtained by the
squeezing of the fruit of a Citrus sinensis from a piece of glass
stemware commonly reserved for the sipping of sparkling wine
originating from the Champagne region of France, I pause to wonder if
this is indeed how the residents of the admittedly upper-class
neighborhood located at the previously mentioned location commonly
live. Indeed, I find this situation may be rather to my enjoyment.