Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down (and I'd like to take a minute) -- Just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Grants Pass.

In Southern Florida, I was born and raised. I spent most of my days on the playground. One day I was shooting some basketball outside of my school, when a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood.

I was in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "Dustin, you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Grants Pass." I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I may as well kick it."

When the plane landed in Medford and I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name on a sign. I wasn’t trying to get arrested when I’d only just arrived. So, I sprang with the quickness (like lightning) I 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, buddy, to Grants Pass." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight in the evening and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, buddy, smell you later."

I looked at my kingdom... I was finally there -- To sit on my throne as the prince of Grants Pass.