Well, he’s a pretty cool guy. I get to work my own hours, I get to act like I want most of the time, although I do need to take some things seriously whilst dealing with customers. It’s doing what I love; Programming. Marsh isn’t a bad boss at all. I have a great group of friends who help with various stuff, and when we’re not working we just sit around chatting relaxing all cool and shooting some b-ball outside of the school with a couple of guys they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mum got scared and said you’re “You’re movin’ 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 homes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.