On the wings of a troll - my life's story, a troll's story

I don't remember when i first started trolling or why. Sometimes these things get lost in the depths of memory, where we commit them and maybe it's best that way.
I was born in a small town in a rather wealthy family and as i recall things were good. But as time went by i grew up and school started. Now let me tell you, that was the perfect trolling environment: lots of saps to mess with, teachers taking kids seriously, yeah school was srs business.
Then one day it happened. I remember that day clear as crystal, the day that would change everything. My best friend had just died and i had been acting very aggressively all week, trolling left and right. Events culminated with me getting in a battle with some tough-ass rapper which lasted for a few hours and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." 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 the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.