What a day. I got aches in places I haven’t even thought of since junior high. This damn landscaping is for the birds. I know I need to make a living, but this shit can’t last too much longer. Manual labor is not for your boy Mase. Hell no.

This massage, though . . . yeah, just what a nigga needs today. I may have to rent out this cabana more often. Lets me stay “incognegro” while I get my relax on. Perfect view of all the talent here at the pool. Lordy, lord, I loves the women. And there’s plenty of them here.

Yeah . . . Mase might have to indulge a little bit. Have a taste of some of these honies. They ALL look good. Damn. That chick riding the motorcycle up and down the block with the short haircut? Shiiii . . . don’t let me catch her hunching over like that again. The lil’ shapely one with the bouncy personality . . . they call her B. Yeah . . . she can B-ounce that fatty over here any time. And that other one, Carmel Complexion? Gave this nigga a caramel erection. Dayum, she fine!

The only one that’s giving me some issues is that damn Executive Assistant. Yeah, she could get it, but yo . . . I caught her checking my place out with her binoculars three times this week. Don’t she know a nigga’s already paranoid?!?!? I’m gonna have to keep an eye on her. Give that mami chula supreme an up close look at my taco bell. Fa real.

What the fu–? Hold UP! Who is THAT over by the pool with that fuschia shit on? Yo . . . that ass is propped up like a muhfuggin’ stallion waiting to be mounted. *removes shades* Yeah . . . go on . . . get up, girl. Let Mase see you walk away. This will be the last time you walk away from me without my permission. Belee dat.

Oh, what’s this? A local dude is tryin’ to get with that? Is Jackson Mason gonna have to mack a beyotch? Bring that shit on, homie. *laughs* Yeah . . . I’m gonna love the Bay. This is gonna be better than I thought.

Fuck a landscaping. A nigga just found himself a new job. Being a Mason full time. Daddy gone be proud.