A whole new kind o CRAZY!

Yo, wassup?.. Anyways I want to talk about,"crazies." You know? Them psycho muhfukers. And not the,"Gangsta Crazy I don't give a fuk," crap. I'm talkin bout the,"voices in they head, swattin at imaginary flies," kind o crazies. You feel me? Well I could honestly say that I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to crazies in the hood. I've dealt with all kinds, yo. There's this one dude. Midlle aged, bearded cat who's pretty cool. So I hook him up, give him 2 for 1 on some o the older wines n shit. Dudes always pretty polite. Then the muhfuker goes to the side o the store to drink his shit. Aww man yo, this fool starts cussin n yellin at some imaginary somethin for like an hour n shit. Then the dude comes in all polite n shit. You see, I'm all cool with that yo, just check your demons at the door. I've had peeps straight up,"shush" me when I ask what they need, while they rap with the voices in they head. So I rephrase the question to,"aiight, what you guys need?" You learn that,"Crazy" aint something you can scare or intimidate. You just gotta roll with it. And that's what I do.

Then she came. Like a plastic bag flying, nah more like 57 plastic bags, in the breeze.
This ones so fuckin loaded with crazy that whatever I write here wont even scratch the surface. It all started with trash. Yup, fuckin trash. I rolled to work one day and next to our trash bin is a pile o shit. All kinds o shit, plastic bags, shoes, old luggage etc. So I see Jase and have him clean that shit up. Then I ask him whats crackin with that shit. He tells me its this lady that used to live in the trailer park but he guesses she got evicted or some shit. So whattup with the trash n shit? he just did that finger roll on the side o the head thing. You know, the universal sign for crazy.

Turns out that every night, she goes round town collecting all that bullshit and deposits it on the side o my store. Fuckin fantastic! Out of all the fuckin stores around
here, I am the lucky one. Ok, fine. I figured I could handle this...


Look at her. pants all saggin n shit. wth?



That's her, just doin her thang.

I tried everything, bribing her with soda, threatening to call the police. Shit, the other day I figured I'd try to talk to her. You know? get a feel for the situation. She straight pulled out that, plug both your ears and bust out the lalalala, i can't hear you, bullshit. I wasn't ready for that one. I gotta get a whole new game plan... peace.