User:Vrvt

This is the user-page for Vrvt, made by Vrvt. If there are any errors, it is because you are wrong. Just kidding, it's probably because I made this at 3 a.m. and aren't thinking straight.

Backstory
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....

Well, not that far away. I was born in Cobbs Creek, Philadelphia in 1972. I grew up with many friends, I had a very good childhood I'd say. We enjoyed playing on the playground, just generally hanging about having a good time. As I grew older, I invested my time in basket-ball, which turned out to be quite fun. I remember one day I was playing basket-ball with some friends of mine and a few kids approached us. They were clearly hoodlums, and had no intention of keeping it peaceful, so I indulged and there was a small fight. Afterwards, my parents were furious, and my mother decided I needed to get out of the area I was living, so she sent me to live with some relatives of mine who lived in Los Angeles, California.

No matter how much I pleaded, she wasn't going to allow me to stay in my home town. She simply ignored my requests and prepared my clothes and belongings for the trip. The next week, my parents had purchased a plane ticket, and I was officially ready to go. My Aunt Vivian, and Uncle Philips—on my mother's side—were both willing and ready to take me under their wing, so it was time to embark. I grabbed my Walkman (it was the 80s, give me a break) and decided that since I have no choice I might as well go along with it. My uncle paid for the plane ticket, and it showed. I had a first class seat on the plane, they served almost all of the refreshments in champagne glasses.

I wondered to myself if this is what all people from Bel-Air are living like, I thought "Hmm, this might be all right but wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that Is this the type of place that they should 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, uh, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude, looked like a cop, standing there with my name out, I ain't trying to get arrested yet, 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 could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo', Holmes, smell ya later", I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

Backstory 2: Electric Boogaloo
Okay, so since we've gotten the obligatory Fresh Prince of Bel-Air reference out of the way, onto me. I was born in and raised in Kilkenny, Ireland. I graduated my Leaving Certificate Examination at 18 with my peers, and went on to study at an American University—which I shall not name for anonymity sake—majoring in Music and Musical Theory as well as a Minor in Musical Education. I am divorced, with 1 child, of which my ex has full custody (gotta love the American court system), and I currently live in the central United States.