The G Manifesto

One of the Many Reasons South Beach is Dope

This is why I love South Beach:

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Recently, I went to Osteria Del Teatro in South Beach with a couple associates, as a launching pad. Cruised in, suited down; Prada Suit, Charcoal-Acai colored Prada shirt, murderous Gucci tie, Luger nina (and I don’t mean that fly South Beach hostess/ model I swooped on recently named Nina either) and Gucci loafers no socks. My pockets exploding like an Irish pipe bomb and green like photosynthesis. More shells than Frutti Di Mare. My associates were wearing…I think Corneliani suits.

So we rolled in, I was greeted like The Prince of G’s by the Maître’d (who really is a class act, and I am on a first name basis with most of the staff) and we slid into the best table in the house. Girls clocking me, because I have more Mack than Craig in the bed (and I don’t mean club B.E.D Miami, either) and Screwface the Dred. I ordered up a 10 year old Barolo and walked outside with my associates and my glass of wine to clack my Dunhill Lighter and smoke a jack.

My associates were talking about some crazy new-school shit, like using Google Earth to help plan heist moves and some standard old-school shit, like comparing the quality of Burmese Sapphires VS Sri Lankan Sapphires. Hardly listening to them, I noticed an older guy, probably on the north side of 70 years old sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, drinking a glass of red. He was dressed pretty sharp; smooth sweater, plaid slacks and loafers no socks. The height of fashion for the Grandpa G set. There was something about this guy that I noticed right away. Game recognizes Game type situation. “Player Recognition” is what we call it in the industry.

I paid my respects right away and introduced myself. He said his name was “Donald” and gave me a pat on the back and said to me, “keep doing what you are doing young G, and don’t let the rival factions and Haters get you south” (well, he didn’t really say that exactly, but something to that effect). He got up, flicked his cigarette with swagger, really close to one of my associates and walked back in Osteria Del Teatro. Dope move. Style all the way.

As we re-entered the restaurant, I noticed that Donald was sitting by himself next to the window. I started really getting into the bottle of red as it was opening up. Real Inky.

Then, like a comet across the night sky in Cartagena, Colombia, the most beautiful girl I have seen on this stay in South Beach (and that is saying a lot) walks in to Osteria Del Teatro. Narciso Rodriguez dress, I think, Christian Louboutin shoes with the red bottoms, spinning a Dolce & Gabbana tote. This girl was so beautiful everyone in the place stopped. I think my heart even skipped a beat like a scratched Special Ed record. Guess who she sat down next to?

Michael Mason?

No, not me…Donald!

After she gave him a kiss on the lips, I gave up all hope that she was Donald’s grandflydaughter. My Game is butter, I got bread and rivals want to toast me. So, as a natural reaction, I thought for a split second of trying to peel Donald for his girl and front paging her, but I was then ashamed I even thought that.

The Impressions – I’m So Proud

Here was a old-school G, who probably chilled with Lansky at Wolfie’s, who has obviously been in the Game forever and deserves his respect from young International Playboys on the Rise like your humble author.

Scoreboard: Grandpa G- 1, Michael Mason- 0

Cam’ron – Your Girl

I raised my glass to Donald, took a huge glup of my Barolo and smiled to myself. In South Beach you can be a G into your 70’s!

Safe to say, I am not getting married anytime soon…

Sure, I am not naïve enough to think that money might have had something to do with it, but then again what doesn’t?

Charge it to The Game. You can keep the change, but I kept my receipt.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Golden Pretty Boy
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