The year was 1990. A young William Smith stood at a crossroads. Stand up to the bullying in his Philadelphia neighborhood? Flee to the safety of his Aunt Vie and Uncle Phil’s estate in California? His critics would say it was only one little fight and that his mother overreacted. His supporters maintain those couple of guys were up to no good. Smith was just trying to shoot some bball, outside of the school. When the dust settled, and the dubious cab pulled up with dice in the mirror, young Smith indeed took his talents west to become the Prince of Bel Air.
20 years later, he’s still facing questions of what should he have done? Listen to Jazz? It’s Jazz. What should he have done?