Its splendor was dazzling. The silks, muslins, velvets, capes covered with sequins, jewels, incessant popping of champagne corks, valets coming and going, and the continual murmur rich people generate when gathered in strength, all delighted me. “That’s how I want to be,” he said to himself, “even if it means putting up with this insipid music that seems to be going on forever.” – Onofre Bouvila (a straight Catalan G) in The City of Marvels by Eduardo Mendoza
Bogotá, Colombia – I was going through some notes I had written down during my recent trip to Barcelona. I may expand and write out some of the stories behind these in the future, but for now, here are the notes of some Custom Moves I did while there:
• Hopped the turnstile at Verdager in a Custom Suit and handmade loafers.
• Showed the kids at Arc de Triomf how to do a kick flip and a shove it while I was in royal blue custom slacks, a light blue guayabera with a cigarette in mouth.
• Bought hash strictly out of habit, while walking to Sutton Club, only to later hand it to a cute dreadlocked girl that was kicking back on the street.
• Got down with some boxed wine, Dolo, at La Sagrada Familia for old time’s sake.
• Reminisced at old places I got blowers and shakers. It’s always good when you can say “Oh yeah, I remember when I got a blower there by the beach”.
• I even had little kids from the east side of Barcelona throwing up the “Wessyde”.
• Accidentally dissed the actor, Bob Saget in NYC at the airport when I was exchanging some CASH and he asked me “How do you use this ATM?” I responded, “I don’t know Screech”, and went on about my business. (I had to ask my little brother later to figure out it was Bob Saget.)
• Did some sketches at Park Güell.
• Kicked back and smoked grits while watching tourists get hustled at three card monte on Las Ramblas.
One, Killing Zoe is a pretty dope movie. It is one of the few movies out there that depicts the often overlooked “Heroin Heist Man/ Grunge Heist Man” era of the early 1990’s.
I remember this era well from back when I was a young cub. I vividly recall going over to these older G’s crib in my hood and seeing them shooting up “post heist” (I often bought weed from them and rolled by their crib to see what was going down). They were all high as a kite and there was some “dye-pack ruined” dollar bills in the bath tub. Pretty ugly scene.
But that’s neither heron spikes or Mike and Ike’s.
The other thing I like about the flick is that it covers the typical drug fueled night with locals that everyone has experienced multiple times while traveling.
Also, there is a great lesson to be learned in the movie: getting the loot it is one part, getting away with it is another, exchanging it for dough is the most important.
Lastly, this version of Killing Zoe is in Spanish. So its good for language practice. Additionally, it is great to sit back and watch it with a beautiful Colombian Girl in your palatial apartment on the northside of Bogotá, Colombia while sipping on Malbec and taking a break from the frenetic nightlife of Zona Rosa and Parque 93.
Not like I would know anything about that though.
Ha. Life is good.
In Boxing News, Lucas Matthysse defeats DeMarcus “Chop Chop” Corley.
In one of the most dubious refereeing jobs in recent memory, former world champion DeMarcus “Chop Chop” Corley was allowed to be dropped NINE times in dropping about to Lucas Matthysse via eighth round stoppage in Mendoza, Argentina.
Matthyse softened Corley up over the first four round before dropping Cor twice in round five, once in round six, three times in round seven and two times in round eight.
Most of the shots were hooks to the body and ironically the last knockdown looked like Matthysse clearly missed Corley but Corley slipped and the referee waved the bout off.
Matthysse, 139 1/2 lbs was fighting for the first time since his first professional loss which came last November to Zab Judah is now 28-1 with twenty-six knockouts. Corley, 138 3/4 lbs of Washington, DC is now 37-16-1.
(Again, I actually do this type of stuff periodically. I don’t talk about it much, because I am not looking for any “credit”, but I thought it would be a good idea to let the Younger G’s out there know how to get down.)
After helping out the homeless and the less fortunate I did some last minute errands to get ready for a trip – south of the border, which happens to be where I am at now.
Perfecto.
In other news, analysts at Deutsche Bank raised their view of Coeur d’Alene to buy from hold with a 12-month price target of $54 a share as they become more bullish about the stock amid rising silver and gold prices.
One of the downsides of being a jet-setting, International Playboy on the rise and on the move is you have to say goodbye to girls you have spent passionate nights with.
Saying goodbye to girls in and of itself is not too bad, what is bad is you have to deal with dramatic, tear-filled farewells in train stations, hotel lobbies, and airports. Not smooth.
One thing I have learned to minimize this hassle is to leave early in the morning. And I mean real early.
No matter how much a girl will miss you, if she is mad tired, the tear-filled Arrivederci will be avoided. As will be the potential tear drops, make up and snot on your Custom Made Suit.
So next time you swoop a fly girl, make your exit and say Peace, Au Revoir, Adios, Paalam, じゃまたね, Selamat tinggal, Dasvidania, Ciao, Tchau, or Uz drīz redzēšanos!, make sure you do it in the early am.
