[non-event/open]
My legend began in the twelfth century.
I woke up in the morning, feeling not dissimilar to Sean Combs. I picked up my spectacles and went outside to go greet the open city. Before I left I brushed my teeth with a rather unsavoury beverage named for a man called Daniels, since I would not be returning that day.
[Who is he talking to?
Why, he's talking to you, of course!
If the cane hovering dangerously close to your chin wasn't enough of an indicator.]