The G Manifesto

Watch for the Hook, and Don’t forget to Duck

“The C stands for Cool Breeze who’s known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one’s and my two’s got your whole town shook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook
You betta listen to your corner, and watch for the hook!”

—–Select lyrics from “Watch For The Hook” by Cool Breeze (G Manifesto Certified underground ATL classic)

So I am sure you all heard about the city of Chicago banning the sale of the delicacy Foie Gras. Here is yet another example of government intrusion on our personal lives. I really think we need to get our priorities straight. I mean seriously, don’t we have bigger problems than Goose and Duck liver? And of all places, banning it in Chicago. Here is a city were we have poverty, violence and drug problems. Mayor Daley was the only voice of reason and said “We have children getting killed by gang leaders and dope dealers. We have real issues here in this city. And we’re dealing with Foie Gras?”

First of all, I can’t believe Mayor Daley couldn’t squash this nonsense. I can’t remember a time when a Mayor of Chicago with the last name Daley didn’t have the spot on lock. This obviously isn’t our father’s Chicago. I really miss Irish Democratic Machine Politics.

Second of all, what is the reason for banning Foie Gras? Radicals say that the “overfeeding of ducks” to make Foie Gras is inhumane. Isn’t the “underfeeding of humans” inhumane as well? Seriously, we have children growing up around the world and in our country malnourished and starving, and we are worried about giving ducks too much to eat? Its not like ducks are endangered. It’s not like it’s the Sturgeon from the Caspian Sea that might go extinct. Why don’t these people go to any park in any city that has a pond, all you will see is ducks. And who knows if the ducks don’t like being overfed. Has anyone asked the ducks if they don’t like it? It has to be better than being a hungry duck, right? I haven’t noticed Daffy or Donald taking a public stand against Foie Gras. Personally, I like overeating. Many times I like overeating Foie Gras! And smoking cigarettes and gulping wine with a Bulgarian Model Girl, while Zegna down. In fact, there are few things I like more. Have any of these people who are so against Foie Gras actually tried it? I doubt it, because the stuff is delicious!

I really cannot relate to the minds of these people who are against Foie Gras. How can this be their top priority? Think bout it. If you were so in favor of ducks rights, wouldn’t you also be against violations on human rights? Anti-war perhaps? Everyday Americans die in the Middle East, but you want to spend your energy stopping the sale of Foie Gras? What is next? Stopping the sale of Live Lobster Sashimi? Personally, I like seeing a Live Lobster look at me while I am eating it. Are you gonna try to take away that pleasure as well? Why not go after factory farming of pigs and chickens. Factory farming does more harm to animals, people, and the environment that Foie Gras does. Why don’t they go after Pizza Hut for cheapening Italian Culture and serving fake cheese? That stuff cannot be good for anyone. Charlie Trotter (who first came out against Foie Gras) really screwed this one up. One of my good friends who lives in Chicago, (who is G certified, armored car heists are his specialty) wanted to shove this Trotter guy in an oven, when he heard that even Trotter said the government shouldn’t decide for people. (You don’t know how close you came Trotter………..)

Side Note:

If you have been hanging around boxing gyms since Oscar De La Hoya dismantled Ricardo Mayorga, you have probably heard the rumors that De La Hoya and I might meet in the ring. True, if this fight happens, it would set a record for the most girls ever attending a boxing match. And true, I haven’t been in a ring since the amateur days and some unlicensed bare-knuckle boxing matches in the mid 90’s in London (when I was working with some Firms on the East End), but I can tell you De La hasn’t faced anyone with my body attack. You remember when my main man Hopkins took out De La with a liver punch right? Where do you think he got that tip? But the fight will probably never happen. I don’t think De La would want to fight above 160lbs, and I am not dropping below 168….I enjoy Foie Gras too much……..The Rest is Up to You………..

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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JR Writer version, Watch for the Hook

Cool Breeze, Watch for the Hook!!!!!

Components of a Magical Night

“You the watch on my wrist
The ice in my ring
Bling Bling look at the diamonds in my chain
My iced out jewelry, I love you

You my new Desert Eagle
My glock when I aim
All you hear is shoot em up bang bang
My fully loaded pistol, I love you

Work like a slave, eat like a king
We do it for the love of material things
I am going to show this industry the definition of a buzz
By the way that’s word to everything I love

I love doing shows hearing the fans when they clap
And I love you back
I love having fun, love a good party
Bartender, Crystal for everybody!”

—–Select lyrics from “Love is a Battlefield, by Papoose (G Manifesto Certified underground track of the week)

First of all, what is a “Magical Night”? A Magical Night is when everything falls in line perfectly. Like when you step into the joint and every fly girl is loving you. You might even have to tell some girls to “stop staring”. It’s when your energy is so positive that even the haters call you “The Peoples Champ”. Its when competition you just devour, like a pitbull against a chiwawa. It’s when a famous Italian designer comes up to you, tells you he loves your “style”, introduces a model girl named Briana to you and excuses himself to talk to other people. It’s when you you’re at a Grammy party and you can’t decide whether to roll with a singer girl with a deal or one of the showgirls to entertain. It’s when Game recognizes Game. It’s when you don’t even have to use your Desert Eagle tucked into the back of your Canali slacks. Its when a sometimes model daughter of a Eastern European Oligarch steps to you and gives you a key to her hotel room, and you haven’t had your third Grey Goose and Soda yet. Its when you wish could clone yourself to help swoop all the girls that are down. Magical Nights are what we all live for. Its no secret that I have had more Magical Nights than anyone deserves. But it is not just a function of luck. There is actually a method to having Magical Nights. Here are the Components of a Magical Night:

1. Preparation. The key to a good night is having a good day. Get out and about. Spit some street game or some west coast car game out the Cadillac DeVille. Feel the streets. Get some backup leads for the evening. Get some frontups to. Number Crunch. Shoot a text blaster. Get the pendulum swinging. Be well rested. Get in a Vampire Nap. Get a work out on. I personally like to spar a few rounds (and when you’re as quick as me you never get a mark on your face). Hit the heavy bag. The speed bag too. Think young Roberto Duran. Or Sugar Ray (and I don’t mean that crappy band from Orange County).

2. Be really positive. This is easier said than done. But regardless, get yourself in a good mood. Everyone is a little different. I usually start my day off on a positive note by tossing out the girls from the night before saying I have to catch a plane. Once they leave, I usually get a little shut eye. This early morning shut eye is usually more than decent. You should look into it. Music helps a lot. I usually have Curtis Mayfield’s “Superfly” playing in my head at all times. Hip Hop obviously works as well. Just make sure it has a tight beat, a fresh sample, and the MC is lacing a good flow………….

3. Gear. After taking a good shower and enjoying a good dose of Aquatherapy, call down to the front desk of the Ritz-Carlton and have them send up a bottle of Goose and some Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995 sent up to your $750 per night room (don’t skimp on the room, you wanted to have a Magical Night, right?) Throw on a robe and light up a smoke. Get your head right. Get dressed. For me, suits just appear on my body. Put together a good combination. I like going with a Custom Zegna Black 3-Button, Black Borelli Sea Island Cotton shirt, white, blue, pink, red, black striped custom Zegna Tie (don’t even look for this one, Ann Zegna gave me the only one ever made) and light blue Brioni pocket square. Go with the kind of outfit that could pick up girls on its own. Go through your Checklist for a Night Out. And of course, carry an extremely thick Bankroll.

4. Get an early jump on the night. Get out on the streets. Smell, taste, and breathe the streets. This is the foundation remember. Get your flow going. If someone needs it, diss someone. Sacrificing to the player Gods is never a bad move. Deliberate sacrifice for deliberate gain. This will help you tap into your natural human instinct of a natural born killer. American Indians used to use Vision Quests to tap into their self in the Animal Kingdom. I just so happen to be the Wolf.

5. Planning. To have a Magical Night, you don’t necessarily need to plan every step of the night. Oftentimes, Magical Nights happen when there is little or no planning. Either way, you want to maximize your odds and be in the right place. For instance, a dive bar in Tulsa is going to be an extremely hard place to have a Magical Night. On the other hand, a Ford Model party in South Beach in February is going to make it a lot easier on yourself. So like any good Commodity Broker, watch the “moving averages” and the “Stochastics”. Buy low and sell high. Get into the trade Before it moves.

6. Oysters. Get a good meal on. Something relatively light. There is a reason the Spanish eat Tapas. Carpaccio is always a good move. Some Foie Gras never hurt anyone either (except maybe the Duck). Instalata Caprese is always a decent start to an evening, or some medallions of Wild Boar or Quail Eggs. Steak Tartare is a classic. Or some Poached Kobe bone marrow with warm truffle vinaigrette emulsion. You get the point. But Oysters are definitely the key. Raw clams too. Eat a half doz before the meal with three raw clams and a half doz at the end of the meal with three raw clams. 6+3+6+3= Magical Night. Bookend the meal. And fuck those Kumamoto Oysters. I typically drop ship New Orleans Oysters to wherever I am going. Just in case.

7. The X factor. This is that certain “Glow” you have sometimes when you go out. The Swagger. If I told you how to get this, you’d be as clever as me………….. The Rest is Up to You.

Emails of the week in regards to How to Get the Girl of Your Dreams:

“How sad. If you are real people, you are terrible writers. If you are writers creating semi-fiction, you have atrociously poor grammar (and spelling AND punctuation). You should have called this “How to Get the Dumbest Girl of Your Dreams”.”

——–Hey, I am never one to hold a girls intelligence against her. In fact, intellectual conversations sometimes make my head hurt. And I have never tried to be the next Ernest Hemmingway. I am fairly certain you don’t capitalize “AND” in the middle of a sentence. Get back to me on that. Thanks Skippy……MPM

Email in regards to The Smoking Gun:

“I heard of the attempt on your life, but you can’t kill a ghost. Funny the on the news they talked of your prominence but never showed your face, you’re a political genius!!! This piece makes me want to walk into Aubergiene and put a cigarette out on the owners cheek. I smoke 2 packs a day and my lung feels great. Try being a potsie like me Fisto, you could smoke in the oval office on TV if you wanted to b/c of who you are, but I can’t even light a match in the Stingaree bathroom, so I have to deal with all the pinstriped fugazzi’s gawking at my rancid ass when I try and discreetly slip out of the stall. Bastards.”

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA El Magico
AKA The Man with a Dream
AKA The Man on the Rise
AKA To take nothing and make it something
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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The Smoking Gun

“I got just one question for rappers that disrespect me, what do you want to be cremated or buried”

“The wake… the funeral… and the burial… after that nobody remembers you, so as long as you alive, get your revenue, stop hating on us that’s what you better do.”—Papoose from “The Boyz in the Hood” (G Manifesto Certified Track of the Week)

First California, then NYC, then Florida, now Washington, DC. All places you can not light up a cigarette in a bar or restaurant. California was a hopeless cause, but the NYC smoking ban was a big surprise. Miami obviously would never have supported a smoking ban, with all the Latin American and European tourists, but the State of Florida (which might as well be Mars compared to Miami) made it happen. But something about The Capital of The Free World banning smoking, smacks me in the face the wrong way.

So now the city council has decided that they know, better than employees, customers and Owners of restaurants and bars what is “best” for them? They have decided that it was not fair for workers to have the option to work in a smoking or smoke free environment. They have decided that it was completely oppressive to have a smoking and non-smoking room. They have decided that a Private business owner cannot have the option to allow his patrons, who want to smoke, to smoke. They have decided that no reasonable compromise can be found.

This is the Capital of the Free World, and you could be a fireman from the Hornet’s Nest and rescue a baby from a burning building, but you can’t go to a bar after work and light up a grit and have a Guinness in a bar. You can lobby Congress to give Billions of dollars to a War in Iraq (and cause thousands of young Americans to die before their time), but you cannot celebrate your lobbying efforts in a bar with a Montecristo no.1 and a Scotch, because it’s to “dangerous”. You can meet up with a Swiss Ford Model Girl from NYC but you can’t enjoy the buzz created by a bottle of Rioja and cigarettes with her in Adams Morgan. What is this country becoming? Dante’s Inferno?

The craziest thing about this ban in particular is that it is not even people in DC that want it. It’s a bunch of over-funded, over-moral jerks from New Jersey! People in DC have real problems on their hands, like daily gun violence, poverty, shitty schools, and a still active Crack Cocaine epidemic. The people behind this attack on our right to choose, never even go out at night!

Even if you are not a smoker, you have to be very wary of this affront to Property Rights, Consumer Choice, and Personal Freedom. What is next? Telling people that they cannot drink in Bars because when people get drunk they have a higher chance of getting violent, and it’s not “safe” for people?

Have we really become healthier since these bans started? Have people started to live longer? Does anyone want to live longer? Even in California, the land of health, everywhere you turn, people are obese and out of shape. Who was the last good boxer that California produced? Ricardo Mayorga and Arturo Gatti are the two most exciting boxers of recent memory and they both smoked! Mayorga even lights up in the ring! America is a heart attack waiting to happen. Why don’t we say people can’t eat fast food? But it’s the smoking that killed the fat guy who never exercised, right? Why don’t we crack down on White Girls that can’t dance in nightclubs? Or shitty DJ’s playing safe, crappy music in clubs? Or the club owners who can’t stop opening up “modern lounges” and lack original ideas? The pain of watching white girls dance has taken years off my life…….

My favorite reason for the smoking ban is because “Smoking imposes a heavy cost on society”. If smoking really kills people before their time then the savings on Medicare and Social Security would be enormous! If we really want to solve these crisis in our country, let people smoke! The Democrats could probably even convince Homo-phobic Middle America to vote their way if they used this as a platform.

Is smoking really more dangerous than other legal drugs like alcohol and caffeine? Does anyone spaz out on cigarettes like they do on Caffeine? Does someone crash their car killing innocent pedestrians because they are so fucked up from smoking cigarettes? Does anyone cheat on their wife and undermine the American family unit because they were so wasted on cigarettes?

The taxes on cigarettes are out of control as well. Increased Taxes have not stopped teenagers from smoking (as the geniuses thought it would). In fact, it has opened the doors for Smuggling and Organized Crime a la Prohibition. This actually is a decent business angle. In fact here is a free investment tip: Personally, I am liquid, long oil, long gambling, and long cigarette smuggling.

Let’s look at the facts:

Adolf Hitler, non-smoker
Gandhi, enjoyed an occasional smoke
Benedict Arnold, non-smoker
Albert Einstein, smoker
Ayatollah Khomeini, non-smoker
John F. Kennedy, smoker
Osama Bin-Laden, non-smoker
Notorious BIG, smoker
That balding jackass from that shitty 90’s rock/rap band Blimp Liscut, non-smoker
Frank Sinatra, smoker
Idi Amin, non-smoker
Pablo Picasso, smoker
J. Edgar Hoover, non-smoker
Nelson Mandela, enjoyed an occasional smoke
Pol Pot, non-smoker
George Washington (and all the founding fathers!), smokers
Charles Manson, non-smoker (believe it or not)
Bill Clinton, smoker (obviously)
David Koresh, non-smoker
Christopher Columbus, loved smoking!
And most importantly Girl Models Smoke!

Draw your own conclusions………

Anytime government infringes on our personal freedoms, we are in trouble. So do what I do: Light up in bars anyway. And carry extra CASH to pay for the fines. Compromise, Personal Freedom, Options, and Choice are what make our country great. Attacking these values only destroys our great country. I think I need to spend next winter in Rio di Janeiro, I know those girls can dance………..The Rest is Up to You……

Emails of the week in regards to last week’s G Manifesto: Insight into the world of Suits

“I just tore my stained Dickies off from back to front like a circus
clown. My Calvin Klein jacket has been serving as a chick repellent
for the past 10 years of my life, I had no idea and I am disgusted about
it. I just robbed 10 g’s from my dying best friend and I’m heading to grab me an Oxxford. Many thanks for the insight to suiting up like a G. G’s up, hoes down, now you mutha fuckas bounce to this!!!!”

“I just slipped into my new Oxxford suit pants and my rocket almost blew out the right pant leg. This is the best 10 G’s I ever stole and spent. Thanks Fisto, my ass meter is already in the red, game on mother fucker!!!”

Side Note:

A lot of people have been wondering if there was an assassination attempt on my life recently during the break of The G Manifesto. All I will say is next time bring more people. You didn’t know I was handy with the steel? Desert Eag. “You can’t take me out the picture I’m photogenic, I wash both of you all up even your co-defendant”—Papoose

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Insight into the world of Suits

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“He got a thing for that cannon, but he prefers the revolver because the autos be jamming… He don’t go nowhere without it , you wont catch him slippin……..Squeeze first ask questions last, that’s how most of the so called gangsters pass”—–Littles from “The New 41st Side” with an interpolation from B.I.G. (G Manifesto Certified underground track of the week)

Lately, The G Manifesto has been in a holding pattern. I have been busy fielding different business opportunities, meeting with my father and Godfather, and planning big moves for 2006. The Manifesto is now back and in full effect. This weeks G Manifesto tip is going to give you more insight into the world of fashion. This installment is a part II of sorts to “Demystifying the Top Fashion Designers”, which is one of the most popular Manifestos of all time. After being constantly bombarded with questions like: “What about Valentino?”, “Have you ever heard of Etro?” and “I am going to a new club opening in NYC in the Meat Packing District, what kind of suit should I wear?” I realized that I should give some more insight:

Valentino:

The Valentino fashion house was created by Valentino Garavani back in the early 1960’s. Based out of Rome it has become a bellwether epitomizing Rome’s Style. His design pedigree is unrivaled and he even designed the dress that Jacqueline Kennedy wore to her wedding. More importantly, a Valentino suit is like an all-access pass to nightlife. No more dealing with “Are you on the list?” from some jerkoff bouncer when you’re wearing a Valentino. Also, very good for picking up on American Socialite girls and Hollywood actress girls (the high-end ones). Luxurious materials. Understated yet dope. Elegant, sharp, and beautiful. Look to spend about $3000 (pretty cheap actually).

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Bottega Veneta:

Bottega Veneta was also founded in the early 1960’s. Known more for high-end leather goods, Bottega Veneta can put together a good suit. Their ready to wear line runs about $2800 to $4500. These suits are good for a smugglers night out on the town but also look good with accessories like pocket squares or a 12 gauge Mossberg. The fabrics are so light that you might feel you are floating on air during a beautiful Barcelona day with a clear azure sky in deepest summer. Jet set smooth.

Oxxford:

Oxxford is a Chicago based company founded in 1916 by Louis and Jacob Weinberg. Many traditionalists swear by these Made in America suits known to be very sharp and Conservative. On a negative note, George Bush wears Oxxford. On a positive note, Al Capone used to wear Oxxford. . So you could say Oxxford’s clientele has really gone downhill. Seams are hand cross-stitched for durability. Fortunately, not much has changed quality wise over the years. Good suits to make a biz deal in. Or in brokering a deal between a Casino and an online Gaming portal. Good for big money deals. Price range $3000- $15000.

Cerruti 1881:

Cerruti 1881 was started by Nino Cerruti, and is notable because this is where Giorgio Armani got his start. Many sources of mine say these suits have lost some of their quality. I also know a jackass that swears by these suits, so I don’t wear any.

J. Press

Another American company that was started in the early 1900’s in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Very Ivy League and conservative. Notable because J. Press helped create the “Sack Suit” look. Good for white shoe lawyers, and finance guys. This is the kind of stuff Blue Blood kids wear at a country club mixer. Not really G Manifesto material but worth noting. Maybe good if you want to infiltrate a puritan high-society gig. Or maybe if you are pitching a mark on a pump and dump stock deal, so you appear “trustworthy”. I have a few of these for similar reasons. Off the rack about $550. Custom, a few G’s.

Jay Kos

Jay Kos is a New York based clothier. Known for delivering Upper East Side Style, these are great suits for Hollywood agents or picking up an envelope of money. Can be pretty fashion forward, as Puffy is known to bust these suits. In fact, years ago when I was drinking champagne with Puff in a vip at Club NV in New York, he was wearing Jay Kos. Met some butter pecan girls that night….worked out well. Price is going to be $3000 and up.

Ralph Lauren

Ralph Lauren makes stupid shirts and Cargo pants, so obviously it’s not G Manifesto Certified. And I am not Paul Wall, but I will put my money where my mouth is, Ralph Lauren’s Purple Label can be good for certain situations. The Purple Label is good for fundraisers and business meetings. Not bad for the Yacht Club either. Some of their lighter colored fabrics might not be bad for a Polo Match, or eating some shrimp cocktails outdoors, or better yet, some Florida Stone Crabs. Real conservative with a British flair. Cost: $3000 to $10000.

Etro

Etro (no relation to ex-graffiti artist now urban clothing designer Marc Ecko) was started in 1968 as a textile house. Known for producing elegant fabrics with beautiful prints, the main gun has always been Giacomo Etro. Kean Etro is now the main men’s designer and a good guy to know (maybe I can introduce you). Known for beautiful color usage and multi-tiered inspirtation. Good suits for dealing with younger girls and fashion forward big-city cosmopolitan girls. Not bad to wear on a bean deal for style points. Or a ruby deal in Burma. Maybe even a poppy seed deal in the Golden Triangle (Laos, Thailand and Myanmar aka Burma…for those of you without a globe.) Pants are almost always flat-front. Cost about $1900.

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Sartoria Domenic Caraceni

There are only about 700 Caraceni’s made per year under the skills of Gianni Campagna. Caraceni is based in Milan and spends about 64 hours for each suit it busts out by hand. Kiton and Brioni take about 12 hours to make a jacket as a comparison. Obviously with all these man hours, these suits don’t come cheap. Although based in Northern Italy, the style is very influenced by Savile Row. The craftsmanship is unparalleled. These suits are for the pros. Henry Kravis wears Caraceni. This is Forbes 400 stuff. Leveraged buyout stuff. Getting a Presidential Pardon stuff. Getting Katz Deli Pastrami shipped to you, wherever you are type stuff. Something to slip on after heisting a Gauguin and exchanging it for cash and having a celebratory drink with a girl named Anastasia type stuff. I don’t have to tell you that I wish they made more than 700 per year. Cost $4200 to $19000 and up.

I don’t have to mention which suits I prefer (I will give you a hint, it’s the last one). These tips should really help get your wardrobe together for this year as South Beach is in full swing right now, and Summertime in Europe and the Racetrack is right around the corner. Remember however, everything comes down to personal style and taste. As Georges-Louis Leclerc once said “The style is the man” or better yet, “The style is the G”……….The Rest is Up to You………..

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Side Note:

Killah Priest is busting the sickest flow right now….peep him.

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Michael Porfirio Mason
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AKA The Dandy
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How to Get the Girl of your Dreams

This week we are going to address an email that was sent to The G Manifesto:

Email:

“First of all, I wanted to say I love the G Manifesto, and I read it all the time. I really think it’s the best thing going out there and I really owe you a lot, Mr. Mason and I think you are the greatest. I hope one day to be the G that you are. Here is my problem: I have met the girl who I have waited all my life for and we are in love. She is beautiful, young, and very intelligent. She and I are madly in love. The bad part is that she is a mistress for a very rich married older man in town. He pays for everything for her and even bought her a condo. She wants to be with me but says the rich guy would never allow it. Please give me advice, how do I get the girl that I love? I know your extremely busy, but please help me! Pete”

First off, Pete, lets stop with all the flattery. I know where I am at, and I don’t need some guy telling me how great I am. And what do people think this is? An advice column? Ok, I actually will help you, Pete, by telling you a story of how I handled a similar situation when I was younger. I really liked this girl, “Bianca” (we will call her), who was a mistress to an extremely rich captain of industry. He was married to an unattractive women, had kids, and now that he was rich, I guess, he felt he could enjoy the “fruits of his labor” by keeping a young beautiful mistress. A timeless story. So pay attention, skippy, and listen to how to solve your problem, G Manifesto Style……….

The first move that I did was to pay a visit to this rich older guy, who we will call “Stanley”. The key to meeting the guy was to really tone down my whole act; no suits, no flash, seem very polite, resist any temptation to spark up a smoke in his office and appear very innocent. Believe me, this is not easy routine to pull for a guy like me. Stanley, appeared exactly how I imagined him, an older weakling rich guy corporate jerk that probably got to the top by stepping on everyone he met. I then proceeded to tell Stanley about how Bianca and I were in love and wanted to get married and raise a family (this was all part of the act, I did like the girl, but even when I was younger I had enough sense not to get married). I told him about how we appreciated all he had done for her; given her money, bought her clothes, bought her an apartment in the city, etc. But I told him that true love could not be denied and I just wanted to be up front with him.

Stanley did then exactly what I thought he would. He immediately called Bianca and asked her to verify everything I said. She very emotionally told him that we were in love and we wanted to be together. Stanley then took the “man to man” approach that I knew he would. Being a very successful business guy, who is used to getting his way, he started to interrogate me. He asked me, “What kind of background do I come from? What is my family like? How will I be able to support Bianca and give her a good life?” I told him that I came from a family of modest means but we had come on hard times and I had a little sister that needed a life saving surgery. I also said that I was trying to find work and my family would pull through. (Actually at the time I was doing really well financially through Amsterdam connections and I don’t even have a little sister).

Being a smart Business man, I knew Stanley would hone in on my financial “weakness”. He told me that he would help me with my family “crisis” if only I would stay away from Bianca forever. He said I was young and life would go on and he would give me a great opportunity to help my ailing sister. “How could you do that, sir?” I responded. Stanley said he would give me $30,000 cash if I would just walk away. I then put on the best poker face of my life up until that point, and acted hurt that love could be bought with money. I contemplated it long enough for him to up the “pay off” to $40,000 (keep in mind this was during the recession in the early 1990’s, today I would crack the guy for way more scratch). I acted hurt but took the freshly scribbled check for 40 G’s from Stanley and agreed I would stay away from Bianca.

My next step was to cash the check. Once the check cleared, I returned to Stanley’s office only this time with two of my childhood friends from the neighborhood that could put fear into almost anyone. Both of them started doing “collections” at age 16 and had been very ambitious ever since. I also changed the way I dressed when I entered his office. If I recall correctly, I was wearing a Black 3 button Kiton suit with Black Zegna shirt and a grey and Black Armani tie with a grey and black Canali pocket square. I mean, my suit alone could have knocked this guy out. I then proceeded to tell Stanley about how he needed to stay away from Bianca or my friends would take care of him even before his wife would find out. Stanley almost had a coronary. I could hardly feel bad for his misfortune.

As “luck” would have it, I got the apartment, the money, and the girl. Not bad for a Wednesday. As for Bianca and I? Ended up not working out. So Pete, let me know how it all turns out for you, The Rest is Up to You……………………

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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