Jerome (Masenfer) Malone grew up on the streets. The streets of a middle class suburb outside of Fredricton. He began his directionless life of delinquency stealing apples and carrots from neighbours gardens. When he was old enough to ride a bike, he began to crave more excitement then mere produce fencing. He rode outside his neighbourhood. He rode outside of the Suburb, and all the way into town. The hustle and bustle of the seemingly large city captivated his limited imagination and conjured up a vision of being a mob boss. His knowledge of crime was based on commercials for cop shows and McGruff the crime dog PSAs. Then, not unlike today, he had absolutely no idea what the world of crime entailed. But he knew, as he knows today, that it is more exciting then doing things you're supposed to do.
He continued taking trips to town until he got his first second hand Nintendo. He didn't resume an active life in crime or otherwise till eight years later, when he moved out of home at the tender age of eighteen. His life of parentless freedom was as short lived as his savings account would allow, but he did learn about drinking, mild drugs and making money by letting your friends friends store stolen bikes and stereos in your basement until someone buys them.
despite a continued set of achievments in thievery and chemicals, Jerome maintained the values instilled in him as a child. He still had a sense of good. His stupid and restless nature kept him moving from town to town and eventually he managed to get unexpected stuff like a (tiny) living
space, basic furniture, a TV (traded to him for pills), a magazine
subscription and a shower curtain, a collection of stickers, knives, go-bots and Rihanna posters. but even though he still had some of his privilaged values, he couldn't help get into trouble wherever he went.
If one were to analyze his patterns, one might find a complete idiot with a penchant for fun and with convictions of solid steel. Jerome would stand his ground for what he believed in, often totally misguided, often resulting badly.
One night Jerome was helping his friend tear down a DJ booth at a local dive when he once again stood up for what he believed to be right. This was how he met rusty.
TO BE CONTINUED
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