We doin' bitcoin origin stories?

I was born in West Philadelphia, and raised there too. I spent most days on the playground, usually playing basketball.

Anyway, one day a couple of guys came to me and started making trouble and my mom got scared. She sent me to live with my aunt and uncle. I begged and pleaded, I didn't want to go. But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.

I took the flight my mom booked for me, it was first class and they served me orange juice in a champagne glass. I was pleasantly surprised and figured this might not be so bad.

Now, I heard my uncle's family was prissy, bourgeois and all that, is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?

Anyway, long story short, I eventually pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell you later!".
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.

And then I discovered Bitcoin some years later.

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