Too much circulation makes the price go down: The more you are seen and heard from, the more common you appear. If you are already established in a group, temporary withdrawal from it will make you more talked about, even more admired. You must learn when to leave. Create value through scarcity. – Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power
Every now and then, I pull a little “Vanishing Act”, so to speak.
“Well, I’m Mike G, and I’m back from the dead, Chilling at the beach, down at Club Med” – Mike D
I actually had to pull a Vanishing Act this summer, as I was out raging almost every night and swooping fly girls in Montreal.
Side Note I: Montreal Data Sheets coming. Real detailed ones too, not like those wack ones other weesh cats out there put out. Let’s face it, outside of The G Manifesto, the Internet is basically just a bunch of vague bullsh*t where people don’t break sh*t down.
A “Vanishing Act” is a good move every now and then. People will constantly talk about you which in turn, increases your influence. It also casts a shadow of mystery over you; which is paramount while living The International Playboy lifestyle.
The funny thing is I also pulled a “Vanishing Act” on the Internet as well. I just did some checking and all the “Manosphere Bloggers”* couldn’t seem to shut up about me while I was gone.
That’s because I am the Truest, name one Internet writer that I haven’t influenced?
A lot of talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face, a bunch of well wishers, friendly acting, envy hiding snakes.
And the pigs on the street treat cats like me like Frank Nitti or Machine Gun Kelly.
“All these rumors, spreading like tumors, Gossip and lies, Exaggerated reports of my demise, And if you believed ’em, Well then you got gassed, The media deceived em’, Just like in the past” – Everlast
But that is ok, I’m going continue to kick the sh*t you need to learn though, and start spitting that stuff that makes your soul burn slow.
Side Note II: * I have always hated the term “Manosphere”, and it is not my language to use that term. To me, it sounds like some kind of Gay Nightclub in Amsterdam, or something. But that is neither here nor there.
The Vanishing Act also gives you some time to take care of some “family business” and stack some paper.
Which just so happens to be exactly what I did while getting ready for my attack moves this winter in some warmer climes.
The Vanishing Act: look into it.
As you know, I know nothing in life but to be legit, but don’t quote me boy, because as usual, I am not saying sh*t.
So after years of un-official case study, I am going to tell you about The Best Hangover Cure For International Playboys. And when I say “Hangover”, I am not talking about that weesh movie where Mike Tyson was the only saving grace either.
Well it is more of a “Hangover Prevention” than a hangover cure, but that is neither here nor there. The outcome is the same.
But first a little context:
Over the years, I have messed with every hangover cure or hangover prevention out there. Hell, I meet a complete stranger on the street that has a hangover cure, I give it a shot.
I have even tried Robert Mitchum’s, Frank Sinatra’s and Jim Morrison’s favorite hangover cure: The Ramos Gin Fizz. (a mix of gin, egg white, orange flower water, lemon juice, lime juice, sugar, cream, and soda water.)
None of them work.
I also want to give you an idea of what kind of drinker I am, because there are a lot of fools out there that claim to be “drinkers” and they only throw down 6 drinks per night and they are crying in the morning.
Where I come from and the circles I roll in, we drink. Heavy. I have typically 4 heavy duty Vodka, Sodas with Lime before I even leave my crib for dinner.
Then at dinner, I usually wack down another 3-4 Vodka, Sodas with Lime and another 2-3 Glasses of Vino Tinto.
So I am anywhere between 9-11 Drinks deep before I have even really rolled out into the night.
And then I start to really get live. I usually push into the 15-20 drinks in a night level by swoops end.
You will never get hungover again. If I was over at Now Foods, I would repackage these as a “Hangover Cure” instead of a Multi-vitamin, they would probably make more dough.
I even started giving these to girls so they feel good in the morning as well and so they are ready for some heavy duty morning sessions.
Side note:
Dean Martin said his hangover cure was to “Stay Drunk”.
That has also been known to work.
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
Diana Ross – Love Hangover, Live on The Midnight Special 1976
“I’ll be Jackie Flannery and you’ll be Terry Noonan.”
I might be having the best summer of my life.
One of the reasons is I have been living in a A State of Grace With Alcohol And Fitness for almost two months straight.
I have been going out each week 3-5 nights. Well, I am kind of lying, I don’t think I have gone out as little as 3 nights in a week yet.
And I booze heavy. And I feel phenomenal.
Here is how to achieve A State of Grace With Alcohol And Fitness:
1. Drink Vodka and Soda with a lime. Top Shelf only. This is the cleanest cocktail you can drink. It’s what the pros drink.
2. With dinner, I always have in front of me, a Vodka and Soda with a lime, a glass of Vino, and a water. If you round robin those three, you will get into the zone.
3. Avoid heavy shot taking. You can do a few if the situation calls for it, but avoid doing 10 shots in a night.
4. Wack down double espressos after your meals. It prevents cirrhosis of the liver.
5. Get your workouts in. 2 1/2 hours a day minimum. I have been off Boxing for a while. My shoulder started “clicking” a little at The Wildcard Gym, because I was throwing my jab with so much authority. Lately, I have been getting in my roadwork, shadow boxing a little, working on footwork, Doing Pushups, and swimming for an hour a day. Mad underwater laps. And swooping mad fly girls.
If you do this, you will find yourself in A State of Grace where you can party all night and maintain great shape.
In fact, partying non-stop is more of a mental challenge for me than a physical challenge.
Last Friday night, my mind actually “scrambled” for a minute. I straight up lost it. My mind that is, not my Game. I had to jump into a Gentleman’s Club to clear my head.
I guess it’s just a thought, though my mind is kinda hazy, my name is Michael, baby.
Later this week, I will tell you about the Greatest Hangover Cure in The World.
The sh*t works. Trust me, it is not one of those BS hangover cures that everyone is always yapping about.
It’s legit.
I’m living in A State of Grace and it’s a f*cked up place. I’ll put my Game in your face.
In a few hours, The Del Mar Race Track begins and marks the start of the best six weeks of the year in Southern California. Well, at least it is for International Playboys.
It is no secret that I have had a long and passionate love affair with The Del Mar Race Track for years culminating in the Top Spot.
(Side note: Don’t shed a tear for me. I might be having the best summer of my life.)
Being that I am probably the most prolific writer on The Race Track Lifestyle since Damon Runyon, I have put together a definitive guide for The Del Mar Race Track for any up and comers that want to take the title.
Who knows though? Maybe I will pull one last “job”. So no slacking, or I may just come and peel your girls like Alpha-Hydroxy.
