but the money never seemed to be enough. and keene couldn t stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, the pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up. i had woke up in the middle of the night and i was laying there wide awake and i said, i m tired of running like this. i really just want this all to end. and it was all about to end but not the way keene had planned. two weeks later i heard the front door rattle and i thought it was the wind. it was in november. next thing you know, boom! the whole door blew off the hinges and they came flying in a straight file line and guns drawn and black uniforms. move! or we ll blow your head off! move, just one time! for jimmy keene it was over. everything stops and goes in slow motion. you don t even feel like it s real. he was ultimately dragged to jail. he pleaded guilty, hoping to minimize his sentence.
this was a hidden trap door that you could open. and when you would open it, you have another hidden closet back in here. you can see my old safe is still here. and this was pretty much just my fort knox room. for 15 years, keene s empire remained hidden and growing. but as he lived the high life, his father fell on hard times. nearing the brink of financial ruin. my dad, to me, was superman. and to see him in such a hurt way really killed me. so jimmy used his drug fortune to bail his father out. then continued to support him. even though it was coming from something wrong, i felt i did something very right to make his world right. but the money never seemed to be enough. and keene couldn t stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up. i had woke up in the middle
and keene couldn t stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up. i had woke up in the middle of the night and i was laying there wide awake. i said, you know, i am tired of running like this. i said, i really just want this all to end. and it was all about to end, but not the way keene had planned. just two weeks later i heard the front door rattle and i thought it was just the wind because it was in november and next thing you know, boom. whole door just blew off the hinges and then they came flying in in a straight-file line with their guns drawn and their black uniforms. move, we ll blow your head off. move, we ll do this. just one time. rah, rah, rah. for jimmy keene, it was over. everything stops. it goes in slow motion. it doesn t feel like it s real. keene was ultimately dragged to jail. he pleaded guilty, hoping to minimize his sentence, and at first, federal prosecutor larry
ruin. my dad, to me, was superman. and to see him in such a hurt way really killed me. so jimmy used his drug fortune to bail his father out. then continued to support him. even though it was coming from something wrong, i felt i did something very right to make his world right. but the money never seemed to be enough. and keene couldn t stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up. i had woke up in the middle of the night and i was laying there wide awake. i said, you know, i am tired of running like this. i said, i really just want this all to end. and it was all about to end, but not the way keene had planned. just two weeks later i heard the front door rattle and i thought it was just the wind because it was in november and next thing you know, boom.
would open it, you have another hidden closet back in here. you can see my old safe is still here. this was pretty much my ft. knox room. for 15 years, keene s empire remained hidden and growing. but as he lived the high life, his father fell on hard times, nearing the brink of financial ruin. my dad, to me, was superman. and to see him in such a hurt way really killed me. so jimmy used his drug fortune to bail his father out. then continued to support him. even though it was coming from something wrong, i felt i did something very right to make his world right. but the money never seemed to be enough. and keene couldn t stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, the pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up.