Montreal: Georges St-Pierre VS Michael Porfirio Mason
Part I
First night in Montreal:
I was going to meet this fly girl that I met at Cavalli on my earlier trip. She is mad fly; blue eyes, dark haired Québécois girl. She actually spent the time and found my apartment for me. What a sweetheart. And I haven’t swooped her yet.
I take a cab over to Bice. It is not my choice, it was hers, but (Continue reading…)
16 Things I Learned In Montreal After Living There
1. Student Protests. Before arriving in Montreal the Internet was ablaze with thoughts that the Student Protests “would screw up Game in Montreal”. This was 100% false. (Typical weesh Internet data that you find outside The G Manifesto.) The protests actually went down my street two nights in June. They might have slowed traffic a little here and there, but had no effect on nightlife and swooping as far as I was concerned.
2. Hockey. It’s true, pretty much everyone in Montreal loves hockey. Even the girls. Maybe this isn’t a surprise to many, but I thought it was just a stereotype, like American’s all love football, which we know is not the case. Personally, I don’t really dig hockey. I like the fights, but since that is the case, I will just watch boxing. Or box. No ice skating in my future.
3. History of Montreal. I realized that Americans don’t learn any history of Montreal or Quebec in school. Basically, an American school teaches you that: “The French came over from France to Quebec and started fur trading things like Beaver Pelts. And now we have modern day Montreal!” That’s about it. Hell, I didn’t even know the capital of Canada. I felt like an idiot. That is until I asked all my friends if they knew the capital of Canada and I think only one knew it on a second guess. And a lot of my friends are legitimately smart and well traveled. Or at least smarter than me.
4. Americans in Montreal. Americans that come to Montreal are really low-budget Americans. Most are from weesh 3rd and 4th tier cities in America or crap cities like DC or places in New Hampshire or Maine or something*. A bunch of busters. Montreal is definitely not invaded by solid West Coast Playboys from the beach towns. Hell, I might have been the first person from Southern California to ever set foot in the place as far as I could tell. Don’t worry, I straight up represented. Hell, the next person that comes from Southern California should send me a few G’s for all the positive ground work I laid, so to speak, for them. I personally know at least 10 Montreal girls that want to go to California soon, because they think the place is chocked full of guys like me. They are in for a rude awakening though, as I am top tier in that place.
5. The Old Port. I like the Old Port. I like the buildings, some of the restaurants, some of the clubs and getting in my roadwork there. It can be great for swooping girls on dates and workouts. However, it can be touristy, you can get hosed on prices, and there are no real neighborhood joints. I had plans to chop up Cherry and St Paul Hotel non-stop last summer. Both changed on me. Club Cherry Closed, St. Paul Hotel Changed. Got unlucky. Not sure if I would live in or near Old Port again. But it still is pretty dope.
6. Québécois not Canadians. When you make sweeping statements about the people in Montreal, even if it is a compliment, don’t refer to them as “Canadians”. Refer to them as “Québécois”. Thank me later.
7. Northfield Cigarettes. These are the Canadian version of American Spirits. Smoke them. They are not as good as American Spirits, but they are pretty dope. In fact, whenever my boys visited, I had them bring me a carton on American cigarettes. Thanks boys.
8. Safety. Montreal is safe as f*ck. The chances of you slipping on some maple syrup and breaking your neck are way higher than you shanked in a street fight. The only thing that is dangerous is the hipsters on bikes. I almost got wacked by one on a sidewalk. If I wasn’t so damn agile, I would have gotten smashed. I had to dive out of the way, in a Custom Suit mind you, all stunt man style one night when I stepped out. It was pretty damn athletic if I may say so myself. Probably only an “in his prime” Allen Iverson, Floyd Mayweather Jr. or your humble author would have been able to avoid that hipster on a bike.
9. Hipsters VS Douchebags. I thought Montreal would be 100% hipster. But there were plenty of Douchebags too. Who would have known?
10. Construction. There is mad Corruption in the Construction industry in Montreal. It won’t affect you though.
11. Cabs. Like many cities on the globe, the cab drivers in Montreal are pretty retarded. You have to know where you are going, because the cab drivers don’t. And they try to drive you up St. Laurent all the time as well. Learn to use Rue Berri. Way quicker and more smooth.
12. Nightlife Districts. There are mad sections of Montreal with great areas to go out at night or get a grind on. Probably, 10 different “districts” that I could discover. Pretty amazing for a city of Montreal’s size. Especially when you consider a large West Coast city like San Diego has like 2 streets that you can party on.
13. French Language. Speaking French no doubt helps your cause. But it can also confuse girls when you tell them you are from California and then you can speak French. A couple of girls thought I was from Montreal and I was lying to them or something. It was not catastrophic, but something for a G to keep in mind.
14. Terraces. It’s all about Terraces in Montreal in summer. Find them. Live them. Love them. Spark up smokes on them. Swoop at them. I did.
15. Smoking. People in Montreal puff grits. Those gross images on cigarettes to deter smoking don’t work at all.
16. Perfect sized City. Montreal is really the perfect sized city. You can walk most of it, or take a 10 minute subway ride and be anywhere you want. Smooth.
17. Toronto. People in Montreal hate Toronto. I mean really hate it. Say you do too. Trust me.
18. Girls. The girls in Montreal are mad fly. However, they are not as easy as I thought on my first trip. I will explain more later, but there are plenty of thin, well dressed, high heel wearing, French accented dope girls to keep any International Playboy sedated. There are some good mixes. Black girls. Lebanese girls. Asian girls. Russian girls. Italian girls. Irish girls. Dark haired, blue eyed French girls. French Moroccan girls. I like them all. I regulated every shade of that *ss. On the real. Really developed an addiction to the French Moroccan girls. I may go to Morocco soon.
19. Partying. Partying in Montreal is fun as f*ck. You can go out seven nights a week there. Drugs are easy to come by, or at least they were easy for me to “sniff out”, so to speak. I almost got myself into trouble actually. But I am The G. I know what I am doing.
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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*Not everyone from those places is weesh of course. There are tons of cool cats from those places. I am just saying the people that visit Montreal from those places are weesh. Fair enough?
“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.
I bust styles, new styles, standing Strong, while, others run a hundred miles. – Ice Cube
This is an old school G Manifesto move from the Chambers of around the time I started writing The G Manifesto:
Back when I was really making my mark in The Game, I used to stay at a lot of dope hotels, like Four Seasons, Ritz-Carlton’s, Peninsula’s and Mandarin Orientals. Not to mention ill independents.
I would usually conduct meetings with a few heavies in the lobby bars over drinks during a few day period.
Of course, I was Suited Down in a different hard hitting combination each night.
As you know, many times these hotels have some pretty dope cocktail waitresses.
I would usually ignore them for the most part, as I was focused on biz and I don’t mean Markie, either.
However, after a few days of the cocktail waitress seeing how I operated, Custom Suited Down, they would usually step to me.
After swooping a few fly cocktail waitresses and finally swooping one super fly cocktail waitress at Lowes in Miami Beach, I realized what was happening:
The Custom Suits were landing on these girls like heavy body punches.
The dope Custom Suit combinations were simply wearing these girls down.
I definitely recommend looking into it.
My Game should be locked in a cell. It ain’t hard to tell.