JESSE'S HUMBLE ABODE

This ain't no mansion, man. Jesse Pinkman's place is rough around the edges. It's got some rooms, a beat-up couch, and a fridge that rarely runs. But hey, it's home sweet home . There's often the smell of burnt meth in the air. And let's not forget the possibility of cops busting down the door. The Drug Kingpin's Lair Nestled among the quiet lane