These streets hum a loud tune, one that may be tolerable or the latter. From each city to each neighborhood, down to the simple block of operations. The change from seeing it all to not knowing what the hell was going on. Your only move is to take the next breath and keep it moving forward. You do what you do to make it to the next level. Whatever that may be. The questions ring as you hustle, the corners seem just as tight as they could ever be, but as you take the next step forward you know what it's all for. Jacky rolls over for another day. The life in Jacky could be many things. Exciting, funny, business like, or just on a hustle tip. Here is his canvas. Let us paint the picture,.

What you may know, you may really just assume, cause behind the billboard is a whole different avenue. A young happy guy, french decent but raised in the states. What a mix. Dangerous or creative, only the one that judges may know. Jacky grew up in the hustle. He was around the bad most of the time, maybe that's why he was a good guy all around. The come up for him was a mission, and he really leaned on his hustle. He made his way out to the block everyday after school, to hang with the older folks. Learning the grip of the streets, he molded into a face on the hood he grew up in. Jacky was the type that might have brought a cheerful hello, or smile. Not knowing the extent of his dealings, it worked out in his favor. He had an older cat he would mess with His name was Hans. He was lined up with the way of the law on the streets, but also knew how to straddle the fence. These two would always be around each other. Their first gig was a small hustle at the doughnut shop. In the area, just behind the building was the place they would kick it. There was an abandoned storeroom in the back that stood alone. Nothing but an opportunity for them to be comfortable while hustling. From here is where they would build the crew, and the hustle for little Jacky would start

Jacky and Hans would meet at the spot behind the store every day. It was their routine, and would unfold into a venture to sit on. The shop was busy everyday, so moves always needed to be made. Most of the hustlers made their way here every day because it was just the popular spot. They would hang out and kick it until someone needed someone to make a run, and at that time is when Jacky or Hans, if not both would spring into action.

“Eh, what do you need?”

Jacky says to the hustler as he pulls up to the alley.

“I got this package and I need you to take it to the other side of town. Look for Gino, he is expecting it, and let him know Juice sent you.”

He passes Jacky the package and a wad of cash for the work. Jacky makes his way back to his spot to grab his buddy Hans so he could join him on the trip. It was always a mystery, and you never knew what adventure would present itself, or what obstacle would stand in the way or test the two, it was always manageable.

“Eh, let’s go. We got a run, and it's over on the east side, so grab that piece.”

Jacky says to Hans as he approaches with a package. Hans looks up and nods as he grabs the satchel and places the package in it and make their way out to their destination. Many routes to take, and that was always a must going through all the different territories to get to whatever location the drop would be at. This was always where the adventure would start. Who knows the obstacles and people they would meet along the way.