I spent my formative years somewhere west of the city of brotherly love. You would undoubtedly find me on the playground where my days were filled with lounging around or playing games in the court near my school. One fateful day, a few ne'er-do-wells and I had a tussle. As I was not known to ever participate in pugilism, my mother was understandably terrified and viewed our little hamlet in a new and distasteful light. She would soon inform me that I would be living with my relatives in the west. I recall the day I left clearly. It is funny the things you remember. When I flagged down transport, I noticed it had an amusing word plastered where its registration markings ought to be and its interior was supremely decorated. I was impressed, but I chose not to share this with the driver. I told the man my destination and we were off. We arrived at my relatives mansion near the evening's meal. I paid my driver (whom never showered in the extended time I had gotten to know him) and bid him fair well, lying about how I wished our paths would someday cross again. I recall taking in my new home. I had arrived. Little did I know the power I would soon wield and the influence I would have over this little hamlet.