Jefferson Keen

[Bengteke]

1. • • NAME & AGE: Jefferson Keen or as people call him around Davis, Jeff. He is 33 years old.

        

       DOB: 9/7/1991

        

       JOB (OCCUPATION): So back in the day, Jeff was workin' at the LTD store in Davis. But that didn’t last long. He got caught pushin’ weed in the backroom and got fired on the spot. Now, he drives a delivery van for Senlog during the day, but when the sun goes down, he’s back on his grind. Jeff’s known for jackin’ cars, stripping them for whatever he can sell—radios, GPS, stereos, you name it. Cops know him well for that hustle, and when he’s low on cash, that’s when he gets to work.

        

       STORY: Jeff’s upbringing wasn’t easy. He grew up in Davis in the 90s, just another kid stuck in a broke-ass neighborhood. Kids were bored, life was tough and loved this thing called hiphop that had taken the area with storm. His pops? The man had a drinking problem. He wasn’t always drunk, but when he was, it made things rough at home, that shit messed up the vibe. He worked as a mechanic, and Jeff would tag along sometimes, picking up some car skills. He looked up to his pops, even though the guy wasn’t exactly a role model. The real problem? His pops had a temper. He’d throw hands when things went sideways, and that left Jeff with a short fuse and some anger issues later in life.

       By the time Jeff hit his teens, he took the skills he learned from his pops and started jackin’ cars, stripping ‘em down for whatever he could sell. He got caught a few times—he’s been locked up three times for Grand Theft Auto—but it didn’t stop him. Every time he got out, he fell right back into the same habits.

       Now, Jeff’s sittin’ in his longest sentence yet. He’s behind bars, doin’ time, but he’s still the same guy. He’s been through the pain, through the struggles, and he’s still out here, tryin’ to survive. His story ain’t over, though. Now, Jeff's older, but he hasn’t changed much. He’s 33, still out here stealing cars, moving product, and dodging the law. He’s got a rep—people know him for jacking rides and moving weight. But this time, it’s different. The streets are colder, and the game’s changed. He’s learned how to stay low, keep his circle tight, and keep his back covered.

       Jeff’s out here, still doing what he’s always done—living fast, taking risks, and hustling every day. He’s been through enough stints in prison to know how to play it smart, but the pull of the streets never really goes away. He knows it’s only a matter of time before things go sideways again. For now, he’s still in the game—moving cars, selling drugs, and hustling every chance he gets.

        

       

Edited January 5 by Bengteke
Rephrased

[OnlyWantStax]

#3JEFF #3DAGUYS RRRRRRRRR!

[Ssiregar90]

Looking sharp my old friend!✈️

[Bengteke]

Jeff laid back on his bed in the cell, smirking. The food wasn’t fancy, but it was hot and free and they provide hot showers. He didn’t take long to adjust. Prison wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, but it was a place to lay low. He kept his circle tight, the same as on the outside, and made sure to watch his back. He didn’t trust many, but he made some connections along the way—guys who knew the game, who got it. They’d swap stories in the yard, and Jeff would pick up a few tricks while giving back a little knowledge of his own.

At night, lying in his bed, Jeff couldn’t help but think about the streets. Prison wasn’t his choice, but for now, it was where he had to be. He knew it wouldn’t last forever, and when he got out, he’d be right back to the grind. But for now, it was just a place to wait things out.

 

Edited January 5 by Bengteke

[Bengteke]

Jeff has been on the outside for a few days, he has landed in being a free man once again. 

 

[Bengteke]