The G Manifesto

10 Great Things About America

Everyone knows I am one of America’s harshest critics.

However, there are some great things about America that I don’t think it gets enough credit for:

1. 7-11’s. My hatred of corporate America is well documented. However, the convenience of 7-11 can’t be beat. They are on every corner in Southern California. You can spend a half an hour walking around other countries looking for a pack of smokes or a Coke. And don’t get me started on the operating hours of those establishments in other countries.

2. ATM’s. A great thing about America is our banks have multiple ATM’s in a bank, so you can shoot in and out real fast. And people know how to use them quickly. In other countries, you have some motherf*cker, f*cking around with his transaction for 20 minutes. I mean, there are only two things you can do at an ATM; put money in, or take money out. And if you do both, it takes two minutes. In other countries you have guys typing in numbers forever, you would think he is writing a book report or something.

3. Friends. Friends are hard to make in any country. But even harder in foreign countries. Sure I have made some, but it is fewer and further between than in America.

4. The Green Back. Our money is probably the best of anywhere in the world. I am not talking about the value either, getting all Peter Schiff style on you. I am talking about durability, and the fact that it is all the same size. And doesn’t have any gay colors on it. Hell, even Canadian money rips too easily. I probably have 3k worth of ripped in half Canadian dollars in my possession.

5. Variety of girls. When you go to the right places in America ie LA, SD, SF, LV, MIA, NYC etc, America can’t be beat as far as variety of girl you can swoop. In Miami, you can swoop girls from 10 different countries in a month. Try that trick in Bogota. Or Buenos Aires.

6. Openness of people. People are more open to being swooped in America than other countries. In Spain, for instance, people are extremely closed off. People party with their friends and in groups in other countries. In America, we party to meet people.

7. Drugs. We probably have the best selection of Drugs of any country. And real easy to get. Holland is good too though.

8. Booze. Ever try to get a Vodka Soda in Spain? Good luck. Even though bartenders suck in America, the are even worse in other countries. And crazy slow.

9. Setup of Bars and Clubs. The set up of American bars and clubs is conducive to meeting people. (Although it is getting worse). In other countries, it is all about group setting.

10. Personal Space. In America, we understand personal space. Other countries, not so much. Even during the day, fools in other countries get a little too close. I have probably pushed people at night in eight different countries for invading my personal space.

11. Girls. As much as we all hate American girls, they are the easiest on the planet. And I love them for that. And I try to show my appreciation by swooping them.

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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

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Southern California 7-11 Swoop Game

When you are a young up and coming G on a Budget in Southern California Beach Towns you need to focus on four places to swoop fly girls:

1. House Parties (although the California Police State has cracked down on these heavily since the “bad old days”, rendering them almost insignificant.)

2. The Beach (Although, I am not talking Topless Beaches here.)

3. Taco Shops (Click Link for the full breakdown)

4. The 7-11

7-11’s hold mad fly girls regardless of the beach town in Southern California. Every girl rolls by at some point in the night.

Here is how to run younger G swoop Game at the 7-11:

Post and Chop

Swooping fly girls at the 7-11, is just like mountain climbing: you have to put your time in.

What my old school crew and I would do is park the drop top Cadillac at our local 7-11 and just post up. Thankfully, there was a bar next door to our local 7-11 so girls would always come out of the bar to buy smokes or some crap.

We were just like crocodiles in wait for zebras, girls would come up and we would bite like the crocs do in The Gremeti River, Serengeti, Tanzania. “Crocodile Game” if you will.

Chronic Smokes and 40oz Dreams

In between girls rolling up, my crew and I would just chill, take monster hits of Chronic and take huge pulls of well concealed 40 oz bottles.

You would be surprised how many fly rich beach girls would open us with, “Do you have any more weed?”

Game on. Then we would just transform into the Original Game Spitta.

It amazes me how you hardly ever see young G’s chilling out in the open smoking Chronic and Drinking Malt Liquor any more. I really don’t know what is wrong with kids these days. Maybe it’s the video games. Maybe it’s Facebook. Who really knows?

Either way, if I saw kids posting, smoking and drinking at a 7-11 today, I would probably throw them on the pay roll and mold them for the future.

We can always use more International Playboys of The Apocalypse.

Anyways, I am starting to confuse myself.

Before I get too off track, here is a little story from back in the day when fly girls hit me on the Pager like my name was Stojaković to explain how it’s done:

I was chilling with my clicka at our local 7-11 smoking Chronic and drinking St. Ides when we saw a super fly girl get into an argument with her boyfriend outside the bar next door. It got pretty heated and the guy walked away in a huff.

The girl was older (about 27-28 I am guessing) and a mad fly blonde girl. Dressed to the nines.

The super fly girl rolled up to the 7-11 and she walked right past us and ignored my advances.

My homeboys were heckling me because I blew it. Or so they thought.

I just leaned back against the Cadillac and re-sparked up another Chronic Roach.

When she came back out of the 7-11, mashing a pack of cigarettes, she used The Greatest Opener of All Time on me.

“Do you have a light?”, she said.

“Sure”, I replied while clacking my Zippo.

I could tell she was pretty heated from the argument with the guy earlier, but she had a very seductive and enchanting look in her eyes.

As I killed my Chronic Jay, she asked me with dilated pupils, “Do you have any more weed, I could really use some right now”.

Although we were all holding Chron (as always), I replied half jokingly since she dissed me earlier, “I do, but it is at my crib close by.”.

I thought she was going to laugh and diss me again, (keep in mind this girl was hotter than Venice Beach asphalt in summertime in a long form fitting dress and high heels) but she said, “Let’s go. Your driving.” and threw me her keys.

I looked at the keys: Porsche

Smooth. (And not one of those lame ones. A legit one. Payed for by her boyfriend no doubt).

I grabbed her hand and I replied, “Let’s roll” and started walking away while giving a wink to my crew who all were flabbergasted.

We rolled to the G-Spot, for a smoke session and swoop session. Illmatic.

Still maybe the best blower of my life. (And not to sound cocky or anything, but she has long competition to be measured up against, so to speak).

She needed me to drop her and her ride off, so we split.

As we pulled out of my block, I passed my friends rolling back from the 7-11 and gave them a loud honk as they gave me the “jealousy finger”.

We rolled a few miles into the sickest houses in the hood by the beach. I am talking don’t even step unless you have $3 mill min. (And that was in those days, nowadays, some go for $25 mill an up, of course).

We pulled up to a super sick crib and she said, “This is it…”

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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