Where he lays his head is home....but disaster always follows

Wattup y'all, I told you I'd fill you in on the residential mishaps of our man Jase right? awiite then; If you've read earlier posts, then you should know bout his "crib mansions" flooding and goin up in smoke. right? (if not, then go read that shit.)Just terrible "real estate" choices. Or the worst luck in the world. Either way, Its the Jase man yo. Where ever he roams, some bullshit is always close behind.

Recently, the Jase has been cribbin it up in one o those big ass metal container muhfukers you see at construction sites. You know, the ones that look like dumpsters. yeah. He's been chillin in one recently and even told me how that shits been there almost a year n shit and how no one uses it. So he was puttin all his shit in it and pimpin it out, you know?... Then about a week later, dumbass comes in all sad n shit talkin bout,"they took my place." me:"what? your dumpster crib?" Jase:"yeah, and all my stuff was in there." me:"you dumbass. why the fuck u puttin all your shit in there anyways?"... "well, at least you weren't in it when they picked it up. although that woulda been hilarious." aint that a bitch? you head home after a long day then bam! yo shit is gone... Only the Jase man.

Before the dumpster crib, he was holed up in some abandoned moose lodge or some shit. Its right behind the store too. Its empty cuz of asbestos n shit, even got those official signs on the door saying not to fuck with it cuz o the asbestos n shit. But he dont give a fuck, He was there a couple months n shit. Until he starts blabbin his mouth to his colleagues bout his new crib n shit. Then he starts to get
roommates n shit. Then soon after, this is what happens....




Holy shit! that aint no regular fire, yo. its a fukin inferno!...Never let the Jase sleep anywhere near yo shit.

no maam, we don't need your ID...

Hey yo, check the wrecks on this; There's this lady, right? Kinda plumpy, overdoes her eyeshadow n shit and rocks them uh, velvet trainer gettups, you know the top n bottom matchin. Like them old school pimps wit the gerry curls would rock. yeah, thems. But without a doubt, in her mid 40's. you know?... Well, she been comin in lately and uh, grabbin some alcohol n shit, right? then when I ring her up and tell her the price, she says," oh, guess your gonna have to see my ID." And just as I'm bout to say," Nah maam, its cool." Bam, she whips it out, with that'oh what a hassle,' sigh n shit. And just as I expected, She was born in 60 somthin!

Whatya do? right?... so i just play it off. Finish the transaction and just shake my head and dismiss it. its the hood, right?... uh huh. Well a couple days later, I'm in the back and Rawls handlin the front, you know? then the lady comes thru, Still rockin the velvety pimpness n all.(fyi, she's caucasian. just in case, yo.)and when she gets up to the counter, Rawl rings her up and she does the same shit!... I'm bustin up cuz Rawls all like," uhhhh okay." finishes up and through the cam's I see him shakin his head. So I yell out," Hey Rawl, you don't have to be an ID Nazi yo. you coulda let her go." ... whattya gon do? right? its the hood.