Back on June 14, two Heistmen netted a jewelry score worth 290 million yen (about 2.53 million dollars by my calculations). The two men entered the Exelco Diamond Tokyo store in Ginza, and sprayed tear gas on a clerk. They they proceded to pry open the showcases and took a 100-carat tiara crafted in Belguim and a necklace. The Heist only took a few moments and the pair never spoke.
Unfourtunatly, for the Heistmen, the spray can was found later by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The tear gas is widely available in France, but prohibited from being exported or being taken out of France. The TMPD then contacted the French Police thru Interpol and the can’s serial number revealed that the tear gas was purchased at a military surplus shop in Marseille. The police don’t know who purchased the tear gas, but it has led them to believe that the Heist could have been by the Pink Panther crime group known to base out of the South of France. (Side note: The South of France is a great place for Heistmen to lay low. I also like Pays Basque, Pais Vasco, and Catalunya.)
I always think that Heists are a lot less smooth when someone is harmed. The true “Art” of the Game is to have no victims save the insurance company or extremely wealthy people who are known to be less than outstanding citizens. For instance, a greedy Rich guy that let’s say, hits women. That kind of guy deserves to be heisted. He actually deserves worse. It would have been a better heist if they did not harm the clerks and maybe “tipped” the clerks on their way out. I have always thought that stuffing a C-note in the pocket of the jewelry store clerk on your way out is style.
Leaving clues behind is one of the greatest mistakes a Heistman can make. That can of tear gas found could really hurt these guys. Unless of course, they were trying to steer Interpol in the wrong direction. That of course, would be style. You can’t argue with the size of the heist. Heistmen can make even more than Hedge Fund Managers or Private Equity Barons. And it’s more honest work as well. The Rest is Up to You…
The theme is Hawaii Fusion, east meets west. This is a chain with 34 restaurants owned by the Outback Streak house company.
I don’t normally do chain places, but Mark used to work there and said I should try it. He set the reservation for me, and his wife was to be our waitress.
The place:
This is a fairly nice place with the emphases on Asian tan colors, dark wood and some bamboo hints throughout the restaurant and bar. They have some really cool wall hangings. Think modern Asian. Nice ambiance and some cool lighting.
The bar area is nice, but smells like sour mix, this is from the rubber floor mats – a common problem in many bars. I wouldn’t want to eat at this smelly bar.
This is a full service bar. There were a few couples eating in the bar area. The bartender was responsive and knowledgeable about the menu. He only messed up one cocktail – forgetting the Grey Goose for my girls Cosmo. (She tasted the difference at once and sent it back.) He recovered nicely. I had the Kona Longboarder Lager, a nice golden lager, not so hoppy brew that won’t kill my taste buds. The bartender offered up a taster of the “House” martini – tasted like Malibu rum, ice and Skyy vodka. I didn’t like it all – too sweet.
The food:
We started off with a really nice Jalapeno Hamachi appetizer with a citrus ponzu sauce.
Paper thin slices of pepper top good size slices of fish along with grapefruit and avocado slices. A great app, good quality fish, nice flavor and not overboard on any one flavor – well balanced. Solid.
Second app was brought to us “on-the-house” and was a smoked salmon panko crusted meatballs. Tasted like smoked fish with panko – nothing special.
We took our drinks and were shown to our table by a tall long legged hottie. Both hostesses were pleasant to the eyes, and one seemed to actually have a brain.
We sampled a couple more apps. We tried the Hot Peanut oil seared Ahi with a soy sauce on it topped with black and white sesame seeds. The hot oil doesn’t really cook the fish as so much as bring out the natural fish oils –thus bringing out even more fish flavor. Very good app here.
We were brought a second on-the-house app – this was a lobster pot-sticker. Pot stickers are usually steamed or pan cooked. These were of the fried variety. They came out not hot, the fried wrapper was not crisp. I couldn’t taste any lobster in it. Served with spicy Togarashi Miso Butter Sauce (good sauce). Not prepared or served correctly.
Next up was a Chinese Muscovy Duck Neapolitan. Start with some sort of green veggie on the bottom of the stack, add a roasted red pepper next, top with duck confit and top with a combo of rich sauces. This one app could ruin an entire meal due to the high level of duck fat (but it’s a good thing). Very rich app with a good amount of duck confit. You could make a light dinner with this one.
Dinner for her was the Diver scallops with a risotto. The scallops were large nicely seared, not over cooked, and the risotto was great. There was a bur blanc type sauce that was done right. The dish was prepared well, and Camilla enjoyed it.
I chose a house special. Hawaiian Butterfish Misoyaki style. This is a very rich dish even for fish. The combo of white miso paste and glazed with teriyaki sauce makes it overall too sweet for my taste. It was served with a ball of sushi rice and a small braised bok choy as the veggie. Due to all the other food before I was only able to eat the fish – and that was difficult due to the richness of everything.
My Take:
Roy no doubt is a great chef with awesome skills.
The entire menu is based all around Roy’s special sauces created for each dish.
These sauces are more in line with heavy rich styles from France then anything from Asia, except for the basic ponzu sauce.
The food quality was good, and the presentations done nicely. The cooks seem to do a good job preparing as everything we had was cooked right, minus that pot-sticker.
The wait staff was on top of everything and provided good service.
Very rich dishes that showcase the sauce not the food.
I prefer more on excellent quality products prepared correctly. Let the high quality of the product speak for itself and use the complicated sauces to highlight the food – not cover it up.
“Nicely pieced together Sir! I am all about rolling solo. I have seen my last days of dragging and funding turds around all night. I have implemented a cover charge to hang out with me for the night, whether it’s my brother, Derek Jeter (who I saw you ho slap in Vegas) or some high rolling import who does leveraged buyouts. I charge $500 up front and $500 on the back end should one of these gremlins swoop on my deep stock of femininas. Even though I am comped EVERYWHERE including charities, I still make these critters buy me drinks that I just dump out and often make them fetch me such crucial G items as Viagra, e-tabs, Escobar, and additional female livestock. Rolling solo is my game too, but why not make a little bank roll off the chum? I tip my white Gucci top hat to you Lizard King, the Peoples Champ has spoken the truth once again!”
That is actually a really good idea, charging a cover charge to hang out, I like it. I typically will not let someone roll with me unless they are bringing a gang of Model girls, and I need to see photos beforehand for confirmation, to make sure they are Haute Couture Models, not something weesh, like a Model that just did some bathing suit print ad for a surf company. I am so sick of guys saying to me, “You already have two girls, can I come with you?”. Come on skippy, I can handle two girls by myself…..MPM
“Usually I’m dolo and I gotta crazy team
Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam
Your girl want me cuz I do it better than you
The whole world wants me n*gga, I’m a legend to you” – Guru
The days of big crews and gangs are over (especially in regards to Nightlife). Too many snitches, haters, and backstabbers. Even the Gangs of LA are being gentrified. In today’s world, you have to operate in a small crew. Or even better Solo. I mean, you have watched Bruce Lee’s movies right? It’s not Bruce Lee and his big outfit in the movie, you see Bruce Lee solo (although, he did work with a small crew in Enter the Dragon). There are many reasons for this:
Freedom of Decision
Nights are priceless. When you operate in a bigger crew you need to compromise or have a consensus. When you are a top flight G aiming for the Title there is no room for compromise. No more eating at crap restaurants because someone in the crew is low on funds (if you are low on funds, you shouldn’t be going out, you should be earning). If you want to shoot to the Red Light District, you should be able to go on your own terms. (Being The G in the Red Light District will be covered in a future G Manifesto).
Tavares, It Only Takes a Minute
Financial Reasons
If you have dough and you roll with people that don’t have bread you are always going to spend way more than when you just roll out Dolo. No need to get “Stung” on a Bottle Service tab or get caught buying rounds of drinks that never get returned. Or even better, no more “shoulder taps” from some guy in the Gentleman’s Club who blew his wad too quick (so to speak). Speaking of Gentleman’s Clubs, you should always roll solo. We all hate when some Exotic Dancer who just fleeced your buddy, interrupts you, while you are giving directions to another Exotic how to get to your luxury hotel room. You don’t need her asking you how your friend is going to pay for the 10 lap dances he just had.
If you are solo, you are very agile on the night. When you have a big crew you are the antithesis of agile (and when I am talking about being agile, I am not talking about that fly Russian American girl I recently swooped that was part of the US Rhythmic Gymnastics Team, who is extremely agile, either. If you have never swooped a girl on the U.S. Rhythmic Gymnastics Team you really should look into it…). This is also very important so you can time things properly. Need to catch that fly hostess just as she gets off work? Try convicing 5 guys that you need to do that. Buena Suerte. Also, being agile and solo helps you take advantage of what different factions and outfits have going on. Maybe one crew you associate with has the whole VIP at a fly nightclub rented out and another firm has the back room of a new Salvadorian-Asian fusion joint on lock with a gang of Models. Being solo helps you take advantage of both. Dealers Choice.
Chic, Everybody Dance
No witnesses
When you are a sinister G, there are a lot of things you don’t want other people to know about. Maybe you are playing “The Most Dangerous Game” and are swooping an Underworld heavy’s girlfriend. The kind of Underworld heavy that has arms that reach. This is something you don’t really need anyone to know about. Or, when you are out on the town and between going to the restaurant and the lounge you need to light a match at a rival’s headquarters. You don’t need someone screwing up your perfect alibi and you certainly don’t want anyone to know you did a little arson that night.
Sister Sledge, He’s The Greatest Dancer ( I have always thought that this track was about me)
Let’s face it, when you are rolling with a big crew it is a real pain getting into fly restaurants and dope nightclubs. Especially on weekends. Being solo you can slip and slide into a bar stool and order up some Sea Bass Gravlax with ease. Or, get a cocktail next to two dope girls at the bar. When was the last time you were with 5 guys and you met a party of ten girls, all fly, that all wanted to go home with your whole crew? Right, Almost Never.
Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell, Your Precious Love
Spotlight Game
When you are solo, the spotlight of the night is always on you. I am at the point of my career that I don’t need to play “back up man” for anyone. Being solo, there is no more need to entertain some friend of a fly girl just so your buddy can pull a Chris Webber. Your night is precious, don’t waste it. (And I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer I know from Scores in NYC named Precious, real name Sandy either).
Five guys in a lounge drinking has no mystery or intrigue to it (and I don’t mean that Pick up Artist named Mystery either), girls know what you are up to. Sipping a Goose and soda at a fly Boutique hotel bar, suited down (two button Black Dior Homme by Heidi Slimane, Purple people eater shirt by Borelli, sea blue Brioni pocket square, Berluti shoes) Solo has mystery to it. Going out by yourself has a “sifting” or qualifying aspect to it as well. When you go out Dolo; un-fly, insecure civilian girls will think you are “weird” going out by yourself and won’t approach you. Fly confident girls will think you are a man of style, taste and very self assured. They Will want to find out what you are all about.
Pointer Sisters, He’s So Shy
No weak links
When you are in a bigger crew you are bound to have weak links. Weak links will only clog up the scene. It’s the worst, when someone brings along their “friend from college” or “my boy from home”. These guys are typically unbelievably JV. Always dressed terrible, hanging with them is like carrying a bag of rocks on a hike (not like I ever go hiking, at least not since I was younger and had to break on through with some mushrooms in the California desert…Lizard King style…). They usually come from someplace where nightlife is cheaper and they usually say things like “I can’t believe how expensive drinks are here!” and other drivel that decelerates your night. Or they keep on harassing you to introduce them to girls or hound you for beeks or beans. Best thing to do is ditch them or push them down a Nightclub staircase when no one is looking. Or worse, you have someone in the crew that thinks He is the Star of the night. Like when you are talking to a fly Estonian Model Girl and introduce Guy to her just to be polite and then he thinks it’s His Estonian Model lead. Then you have to clown him and out-Game him so he will beat it. You could have spent that energy so much better, like in making plans with the Estonian Model to meet up at 3am (and I don’t mean DJ AM either) and to continue the conversation you are having over some Bubbly.
Andrea True Connection, More, More, More
Married Guys
The older you get, the bigger chance you have of going out with Married Guy in your crew. Married Guy, as a rule of thumb, is atrocious to go out with (as with all rules, there are exceptions to this. Very few, but there are).
1) Married guys have NO Game.
2) They are either going to talk about married life with the girls you are Gaming and unbelievably, the girls Will listen to that crap. This conversation topic is on the other side of the universe from getting the girl back to your crib. Or
3) He will try to swoop the girls you are hanging out with and not be successful for reason #1 above.
This is all fine and dandy, except he will feel guilty about it and tell his wife about the night, and throw you under the bus and make you out to be the bad guy. This will make his wife hate you even more than she already does and she will never hook you up with any of her friends. (not like I need to be hooked up with girls, I have girls coming out my ears, I can barely hear myself think).
Marvin Gaye, Sexual Healing
Innovative Game
I also like rolling solo because I spit such Innovative Game I don’t really want anyone hearing it and biting it. My conceptual metaphors, similes, analogies, onomatopoeias, allusions, double entendres, parenthetical asides, innuendos and non sequiturs are so sinister I could verbally slap box with the Devil. Dangerous in untrained hands.
Fat Joe, Envy (Sexual Healing Sample)
If you don’t currently roll out Solo, give it a try, and maybe you too can be a One Man Army…
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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy on the Rise’s favorite International Playboy on the Rise
AKA I can’t leave the Streets alone, The Game needs Me
AKA The Lizard King
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MARVIN GAYE & TAMMI TERRELL “Ain’t no Mountain High Enough”
Life is good. Life is so good, I can feel an intense Euphoria when I exhale a lung full of Parliament Ultra Light smoke (and I don’t mean that Exotic Dancer from The Rhino in Las Vegas named Euphoria, real name Tricia, etiher). Well, let’s just say my life is way better than yours. Just this week I have slept with six different beautiful women (a diversified portfolio of 2 fly exotic dancers al mismo tiempo, a top tier Nightlife Princess, a Brazilian model girl from Elite, a Czech/ Canadian model from Toronto, and a rich daughter who’s dad is a West Coast titan of industry microchips and such, I think). I have been in three different dope cities, and dined at some of America’s best restaurants (Alinea in Chicago being a standout, Grant Achatz is a rising star on the Holyfield), most of it comped. Bartenders have refused to take my money. I have insisted. I haven’t gotten out of bed (and I don’t mean Club B.E.D in Miami Beach either) before 10am every morning and that is only to kick out the girl or girls from the night before (kick outs are always done respectfully of course). I had a money counting session with some Koi Fish Japanese guys I know, that let’s just say required a money counter. And I have done it all while puffing on cigarettes and swathed in custom made Italian fabrics so my style points have been off the charts. I even started to floss every day. By the way, how was your week? But it always wasn’t like this. There are many moves and lessons I have picked up along the way, many during childhood. Here are some of them:
Get a Good Running Partner
Back in elementary school, first grade, I met one of my best friends who became very instrumental in my becoming an International Playboy. The first day of school we had a new kid come to class, let’s call him “Jason”. We were all sitting on a rug listening to the teacher try and teach us stuff about reading or animals or some crap. Now, for some reason or another, my inner city elementary school had a pretty bad cockroach problem. Not sure why, our school just had mad amounts of these critters scurrying across the floor. So, anyway, when the teacher was trying to go over our lessons, Jason starts picking up the cockroaches and throwing them at all the little girls in our class. You could imagine that the shrieking coming from the girls was absolutely deafening. Personally, I was laughing my head off. The teacher was screaming at Jason to stop it, and screaming at me for laughing. Once the teacher settled everyone down, Jason would grab another cockroach and throw it at the girls. I could tell he had zero respect for authority and plenty of heart. He was soon sent out of class to sit in the hall. I also noticed that the girls actually kind of liked him. I was really too young to care, but I did etch it in my young skull that maybe being a “nice guy” wasn’t the best way to get girls.
Later during recess, I saw Jason playing on the monkey bars and I could see he had mad skills. Backflips off the monkey bars and such. I approached him. I think I said something like, “I know your new here and don’t have any friends. I really love your material. That whole cockroach thing was genius. You and I need to team up. I think we can do well together”. He agreed. He became my first “Running Partner”. See, I was a great idea man, and I needed someone with heart to help carry out my schemes. Jason was it. We pulled off a lot of great heists together, and later in life, Jason’s climbing ability, utter disrespect for authority, and fearlessness made him a great Second Story Man.
LL Cool J, I’m Bad
Bullies and Peoples Champs
Around this same time, we had a school Bully we will call “Billy”. Way bigger than the rest of us, Billy was as mean as he was tough. He generally steered clear of me and my Syndicate that I had developed in first grade. He mostly picked on the weaker kids. Even as a little kid, I have fancied myself as a “People’s Champion” and a protector of the weak and oppressed (that is why even today I give a lot of my “earnings” back to the poor and help bankroll liberal politicians). One day, Billy went after one of the kids in my outfit and gave him a pretty good beating. I had fought Billy before with minimal success, although I was quicker, and had mad hand speed like a young Sugar Ray (and I don’t mean that Crappy band from Newport Beach either), he was just too big. So, later, my crew and I came up with a scheme. We would “do it for Johnny”. Four of us came after Billy. I stepped up first and I started dropping Bees on his face. Pretty soon he was leaking some red stuff that looked like the Cabernet my MOM used to drink every night while she cooked Tortilla Espanola and Paella. Billy then grabbed me and I got him in a head lock. I was done for except for my friend who we will call “Charlie” (who was half Irish, half African American, the fastest of us and later in life a great getaway driver and Playboy in his own right), Picked up a huge rock and dropped it on Billy’s ankle. It had to hurt. Billy even cried for the first time. Other kids were in celebration. Our crew was tops. Girls congratulated and sweated us. Billy continued his Bullying ways but not on us. In fact, Billy and I kind of became friends. I used him for certain “muscle” jobs later on.
Palmer Park’s own, Sugar Ray Leonard, the 2nd Sugar Ray (the first being Sugar Ray Robinson)
Style and Smoking
When I was in I think in third grade, my family and I went on a trip to Northern Ireland. Most families go to tropical places on vacation, Bahamas, Bermuda, Hawaii and the like. My family went to war-torn Belfast. I guess that’s the price you pay when your father is a Heist man/Revolutionary/Playboy (that is until he met my MOM, and the Playboy stuff was over). I remember my dad took me to meet some of my relatives, IRA all of them. My uncle who dressed in the Irish IRA height of fashion for those days; black leather jacket, black slacks, and Irish flat cap, was sitting on the back of truck. Then I saw him take a “strike-anywhere” match, strike it on the bumper of the truck and light his cigarette. I was awe-struck. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen done in my young life (probably even cooler than Jason’s cockroach thing). Puro Cool. Un-cut Raw like the Toro at Nobu London. I also noticed that two fly girls, Irish Lasses, one red head with freckles the other brunette, looked over at him and giggled. He subtly ignored them. There were so many things I learned that day. Not the least is I realized I liked girls with freckles. Most important I learned how to have true style and that if you want true style you are going to have to smoke. No other way around it.
Rumble Fish, Rusty James VS Biff Wilcox
CASH and Making it
When we hit the fourth grade, I wanted to start making some dough like a bakery. I remember at the time that Bubble Yum and Bubblicious, the gum companies, were in a marketing war. All the kids wanted the stuff. There was a high demand. I decided I was going to be the supply. My crew and I would skip school or go after school to our local deli and buy packs of gum (5 pieces per pack). We would also find money returnable Coke bottles to help finance our operation (so I guess you could say we were budding environmentalists along with prototype G’s). Let’s say the gum cost 25 cents per pack. We would then sell the gum for ten cents apiece. We were doubling our money and soon had a Bankroll. We used Billy for protection and collections. We also learned not to “get high on our own supply” and chew up all our profits. My friend Jason also had an idea that if we stole the gum we would be making all profit. This worked great until we got caught. We learned never to screw over our supplier. I also learned that its good business to buy something in bulk and to sell off the pieces (is it any wonder I would later get involved in the pharmaceutical trade?). Most importantly, I learned that if you had something “illegal” and had CASH, girls were drawn to you. In my case, it was a girl named “Claudia”, the daughter of an Argentinian Diplomat. She was beautiful, rich, classy, had great style and crazy fly. And she was down with me. If I think about it, my life with women has really gone all downhill from this point. Of course, I didn’t swoop her, I still had no Game nor interest in girls at this age. But I did notice that showing no interest made Claudia want me more. I did make a mental note of all this, but I will admit, I blew it. I did see Claudia in some International cosmetic ads years later on, she didn’t have to model, she just did. I think she is back in Argentina now and goes to Punta del Este often. C’est la vie.
The Intruders, Cowboys to girls
The Warriors, The Warriors VS The Punks
Heists
Around this time, Jason, “Tommy” and I wanted to make a big splash and cement our status as the number one top prototype baby G’s on the set. (My friend Tommy was Japanese, knew Karate, and I was to learn later the son of a Japanese political figure/ Yakuza heavy weight…I went to a pretty Urbane, Cosmopolitan, International School). We knew we needed something big. I had the Plan. Let me explain… At our school, we would go to recess, then after recess, we would all rush into school and go to lunch. All the kids would put their lunchboxes in a row in the hall, when the bell rang for lunch the kids would enter thru double doors, freaking out, grab their lunch boxes and run to the lunch room. It was pretty chaotic. What we did during recess was each ask a different teacher if we could go to the bathroom. We all met up in the hallway and one by one we unlatched all of the lunchboxes. Then we returned to recess. Once the bell rang, all the kids spazzing out, ran thru the double doors and proceeded to grab their lunch boxes while running to the lunch room. Only this time all the lunch boxes were flying open with food flying everywhere. Italian kids had Cannelloni, Caponata di Carciofi, and canolis flying everywhere. Irish kids had Corned Beef and Cabbage flying everywhere. Cuban kids had Cuban sandwiches and Ropa Vieja flying everywhere. Jewish kids had Matzo Ball Soup and Potato Latkes flying everywhere. Colombian kids had Ajiaco and Bandeja Paisa flying everywhere. Thai kids had Pad Thai flying everywhere. Ethopian kids had Injera Bread flying everywhere. Korean kids had Kim Chee flying everywhere (I told you I went to a very International school). Everyone was slipping and sliding everywhere. It was so beautiful. It was hilarious and we kept our mouths shut and were never fingered for the “heist”. We also realized we didn’t make any CASH from this. But we did realize that proper planning, working with a good crew, proper execution and keeping our mouths shut was paramount to any crime. The Rest is Up to You…
Common, The People
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Voodoo Child
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The Outsiders, wack song, Dope Rumble, Greasers vs Socs
Five men pulled off a bold day time heist at the Beaux-Arts Museum in Nice, France. The Heistmen entered the Museum, took four paintings, put them in bags and escaped.
The Impressionist works that changed possession were “Falaises pres de Dieppe” (Cliffs near Dieppe) by Claude Monet, and Alfred Sisley’s “Alle de peupliers de Moret” (The lane of poplars at Moret). The “Falaiises pres de Dieppe” is exceptionally Beautiful.
Two Baroque paintings changed hands as well. “Allegorie de l’eau” (Allegory of Water) and “Allegorie de la terre” (Allegory of Earth) by Flemish painter Jan Breugel.
I am very familiar with these paintings and have visited the Beaux-Arts Museum many times during my stays on The French Riviera. This job most likely done “to order” as these paintings would be very hard to move unless you already had a buyer due to their high-profile.
No one was hurt in the heist, unless you want to count the Insurance company.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy on the Rise’s favorite International Playboy on the Rise
AKA I can’t leave the Streets alone, The Game needs Me
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