I met Jeff, who became a close friend. I met him through a girl I knew, Zoe. He had been dating her at the time. He was an amazing graffiti artist. I had never seen his work on the street, but his sketches were good. This guy was helping with a business their roommates had going — silk screening, printing shirts. Jeff was from Philadelphia.
Jeff might have met Zoe at a local rehab place; it was a place that kids were sent to for behavioral reasons. But he was an easygoing individual. Whenever I visited them, it was not dramatic. We usually had a good time.
I had talked about getting a tattoo with Jeff; he actually started it on the spot. He was always ready to help.
Jeff opened a tattoo studio in my hometown. His artistic skills would not be wasted. I’m not sure what happened next; I’m not sure how the rest of the story went. At the time I was going through many, many issues. But I was told Jeff took his own life. I was told he had done it with a firearm. I hope that others will find the most out of life.