Jessie J's world is not like ours. When she turns to nicotine, which is quite often these days, Jessie's state of mind wallows in a thick oleo of dried beer suds, fermenting bar rags, sweaty bicycle pants and urinal deodorants. You wanna impress her? Suggest a brass knuckle fight with the winner paying for the tacos. That's the kind of girl Jessie's become. It wasn't always that way, however. Jessie used to be angelic and listened to her mother. One day she went to the store for mom to get a pound of lunch meat. A fat man named Sam wearing a raincoat whispered for Jessie to come over. He stuck a weed in her mouth and lit it. Jessie was never the same after that.