(V.O.) They say a prince isn't born. He's forged—in the fiery crucible of the cul-de-sac. My father wanted me to inherit the SUV. My mother wanted me to "find a nice hobby, like cross-stitch or tax fraud."
But I chose the blade. The blade of the neighborhood watch. The blade of the 2 a.m. skate down the center line when the streetlights blink in Morse code for "danger." Skacat- Prince of Suburbia -18 - Part 2 - v.1.0...
He pulls out a crumpled flyer: "NEIGHBORHOOD YARD OF THE MONTH – WINNER: 1423 Mockingbird Lane." He sets it on fire with a Bic lighter. Drops it into a puddle. It fizzles out immediately. Skacat- Prince of Suburbia -18 - Part 2 - v.1.0...