Demario Jefferson can tell you about vendettas and gangs and guns.
His credentials catch the eye when he walks into a room.
There's the twisted bullet scar on his leg, a memento of the time police say a rival shot him in 2015, looking to avenge an earlier attack. And the jagged front tooth, dislodged by a policeman's baton when he stole his first car at the age of 14 and led officers on a chase through north Minneapolis. Faded tattoos cover his arms with the names of friends and relatives lost to street violence.
But he'd rather not talk about that now, Jefferson says. That's the old him. He's grown now, pushing 30.
"I'm trying to distance myself, without never being too far because they won't let me," he said, as he tugs on one of the dreadlocks framing a pudgy face that long ago earned him the nickname "Fat Cuz."
He says he's retired, but it hasn't come easy.
Jefferson, 28, offers himself up as Exhibit A in how difficult it can be for aging gangsters to break free, their lives constantly in peril, as they try to get jobs and raise families. Even if they overcome the pull of the life, past misdeeds are not soon forgotten — not by rivals whose homes and cars were sprayed with gunfire nor by police, always ready to pounce the minute he steps out of line. So it might seem unlikely that Jefferson, 28, could walk away from a lifestyle that has sent many young men to jail or the morgue.
But Jefferson says he's ready.