"Sugar" Shane Mosley VS Zab "Super" Judah Cancelled
"Sugar" Shane Mosley VS Zab "Super" Judah Cancelled
Former world champion Zab "Super" Judah injured his arm in a fall and his May 31 bout against "Sugar" Shane Mosley has been cancelled, Golden Boy Promotions announced Thursday.
The pay-per-view fight between the ex-champs had been set for Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas, with both hoping a victory could set up another world title chance against unbeaten welterweight champions Floyd Mayweather and Miguel Cotto.
Too bad too, because there was a good War of Words going on:
“Zab Judah will be the first victim to go down,” replied Shane with his trademark smile. “After that we will start cutting into the Cotto’s and the Mayweather’s. Anyone they stand in front of Shane Mosley. Because I feel I am the best welterweight out there.”
“Afterwards, in my fight with Cotto,” continued Mosley, “Cotto was running around the ring, trying to finish the fight. Then when he went into the press conference, said a few words and then went away. Probably to the hospital. That’s the difference between [our fights with Cotto].”
“He had a Puerto Rican party to get to!,” said Zab as the crowd erupted in laughter. “That’s what happened. He did not go to the hospital. He went to a private party. I’ll tell you the difference. After my fight with Cotto, he went to the hospital. We got the… we got the… (turning to his father) what do you call them? The medical records. He went straight to the hospital.”
“I promise ya’ll he won’t fight no more. His family won’t let him. Watch. Before his next fight they’ll be saying ‘don’t fight that man, daddy. Don’t mess with that man, daddy. Please, daddy.’”
“You’re problem isn’t getting hit in the head. Your problem is Sugar Shane Mosley. That’s your problem.”
“We going to see,” said Zab. “May 31, we going to see. We know where you’re from. I’m a BrookNam veteran. We are going to see. I know about the West coast, baby. East or West, I’m going to kill this man.”
“It matters where that chin is from,” Shane came back.
“Nothing suspect about me, homey. It’s do or die for me. I survive. May 31 bring you’re a game. From start to finish, it’s going to be crackin’.”
The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about [Wordsworth]
G's stick together and help each other out by sharing tax advice and tips, and in this Guest Manifesto that’s just what we’re going to do…
As we know, the G can be found in all corners of the globe; late breakfast at Le Cinq in Paris then flight to Hong Kong for dinner at The Felix in the Peninsula before flying out to Macau for a poker tournament; mobile like Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers, Jet fuel abusers, sippin' on Pétrus.
What does this have to do with taxes?
Listen up, the first thing you need to know is that you can shake off The Man in your previous country as soon as you officially become non-resident there for tax purposes. In most cases, this means you expatriate for at least 183 days in a given tax year (and really, which G doesn’t enjoy posting up at 183 days in sunny tropical paradises?).
The next thing you need to know is that every nation has different tax rules relating to everything from the income you generate to the amount of that income you remit to a given country, from capital gains on assets, to the bottle of Goose at the bar or the Spa at the Ritz.
This means that you have to Be Informed of your likely taxation burden in your new nation before you commit to it ideally - and certainly get Structures and Solutions in place as soon as possible to ensure you are living, as tax efficiently as possible; keeping it hot like matches and on lock like latches.
Structures: Tropical islands where cost of living is low, but standard of living is high. Found in many 3rd world countries along the equator, places that have never seen a snowflake & girls are tan wearing bikinis year round.
Solutions: Luxury villas owned & operated by your friends/associates who want you to 'house sit' or 'lock down the crib' while they’re away -- perhaps for years at a time. Fly restaurants & the hottest clubs, just so owned by your friend/associates & offer you the menu persona grata where the owners refuse your money.
Add structures & solutions together, and your actual cost for living becomes virtually nil, yet your quality of life is elevated, high like Pete Rock.
Pete Rock - His favorite tracks, the hip hop "high", samples
As we know from The G Manifesto, G’s deal only in Ca$h, thick bankrolls & pockets bulging like the Himalayas. Dealing in Cash only, you stay off the radar on the one hand & attract model girls on the other; a win-win situation. Don't think that The Man isn't watching, he is, you have been warned.
Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.
Many people feel that they are working harder than ever, and paying more taxes than ever, with no real benefit in return. As an Expatriate G you really do have an advantage over Regular Guy ‘back home’ and you need to begin exploring your Manifesto Destiny as soon as possible.
Taxation in America: John Hancock was probably the leading tax evader in Boston, and props have to be given for his oversize signature on the Declaration of Independence -- a defiant “buck the system” reminder to the British authorities that America was founded by tax rebels (whose rebellion eventually gave birth to the United States of America.)
Speak to a tax planning company that can take into account your tax history & current financial status, from your countries of residence to your assets protection requirements in order to insure that you make the most of your wealth, your assets are not at risk, that your financial & lifestyle position is secure. Make tax time a leisurely affair, involving Goose Mojito’s (more on that in another Guest Manifesto) and enjoying a tropical sea breeze, seaside & bird watching (and I don’t mean ornithology) i.
This is about getting the best "return on your money" and a higher standard of living for less -- the essence of the G Manifesto.
As the People's Champ says: The rest is up to you...
Tafari The Poster Boy
Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized
Chours: I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that
Nas - Take it in Blood
Some said HOV, how you get so fly? I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky My physical's a shell So when I say farewell My soul will find a even Higher plane to dwell So fly you shall So have no fear, just know that Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair) Jay-Z
Several times I’ve stopped to think… why we do what we do?
I’ve lived an exquisite life… seen it all and done it all. I’ve been to every city, every club, every restaurant, broke bread with made men, negotiated street mergers between rival sets, counted piles of cash that would make your accountant gasp and got deeper between more girl’s legs than Tampax.
But truth be told, not everything in my life has been peachy and glamorous.
I’ve seen some horrific things and persevered through tragedy.
Its strange to look back on the moments that have sculpted me as a man and as a G. To the layman, typically, tragedy makes you rethink your future course of life. However, for Gs and the like, that’s not the case.
I often ponder retirement and vacating the life after enormous scores. Am I wrong? Shouldn’t tragedy make me rethink my life???
For some strange reason, catastrophes inspire me. I don’t shed tears, I seize opportunities. I may be cold hearted but success is to blame.
I’ve ruined so many opportunities to court and wife up filthy rich princesses but when I look back, I don’t have regrets.
It would be extremely un-G for a female to tame me.
This is the life we chose and I’m engrained with that mentality. For a G, the goal of the game is constantly trade up.
Nothing is ever too much or too good. I’ve earned everything I have, never asked for help and kept everything in the air for so long that letting things fall into place seems preposterous.
Maybe my line of reasoning is out of whack but quitting The Life is akin to losing your senses…
No longer would I need to secure 3 exit routes before I check into a hotel or sit down at a restaurant. I certainly wouldn’t need to check if the bouncer is strapped before I enter a nightclub either. Quitting could ultimately change the way I socialize; I could talk more freely, use a cell phone, a credit card and maybe even my real name.
But even as I type these words, it’s hard for me to imagine life without thrills, the sensation of being envied and the feeling of cocking a chromed 4-4.
There is no question that time has made me more mature, confident and practical. But I don’t foresee myself shaking off the attributes that define me as a man and as a G. When I was younger, I was much more hot headed, had a short fuse, and would tussle with anyone. I had no reservations about strapping up with the eagles and throwing bullets like McNabb.
And although I’ve acquired more experience, understanding and appreciation for the life we lead, I know there is only one exit.
So while it would have been nice to settle down somewhere far away, gotten chubby and had kids… I’d rather know the end for certain than be plagued with what if’s forever.
Armed Heistmen stole designer watches worth 700,000 pounds (about 1.38 Million Greenbacks according to my calculations) in simultaneous daring daytime raids on two upmarket department stores in Manchester on Wednesday, police said.
Two men carrying claw hammers smashed display cases at Selfridges, while a third man filled a bag with watches worth 400,000 pounds ($791,280).
At the same time, two men wearing motorcycle helmets attacked a security guard at the nearby Harvey Nichols store, busted up cabinets with hammers and stole watches worth 300,000 pounds ($593,460).
Both stores, which are very close to each other, in the Exchange Square shopping district were open at the time, but no customers were injured. Smooth.
The five men escaped in a stolen red Ford Transit van before switching to an unknown getaway car. Smooth.
72-Carat Diamond does not move at Hong Kong Auction
72-Carat Diamond does not move at Hong Kong Auction
A 72-carat flawless diamond, the star lot of Sotheby's jewelry auction in Hong Kong with a pre-sale high estimate of HK$100 million ($12.8 million), was yanked of the block after the final bid failed to meet the reserve price.
Bidding for the D-colored pear-shaped diamond (and I don't mean that fly Spearmint Rhino girl I know named Diamond, real name Cindy, either), the largest of its type to appear at Asian auctions, was supposedly disrupted by buyer confusion over foreign-exchange conversion for the gem. Potential buyers had called in from all over the world and bid for the gem in Hong Kong dollars. The mix-up might have led to the gem's failure to move.
Personally, I think this shows the weakness in the world's economy even at the highest levels. Good news for heistmen, weak economy = less money for security.
A D diamond is sometimes called "ice" for its top ranking on a scale that measures colorlessness. Ice is also what Hawaiians call Crystal Meth. Ice was also a sub-par nightclub, now defunct, in Las Vegas.
Rick's Cabaret to purchase Scores-Las Vegas club for $21 million
Rick's Cabaret to purchase Scores-Las Vegas club for $21 million
Rick's Cabaret International Friday said it would buy Scores-Las Vegas for $21 million, a dope move it said would add 29 cents a share to its annual earnings.
Scores is a 23,000-square foot club of pure heaven (or maybe its hell, either way, it's dope) located in Las Vegas.
Under the terms of the agreement, Rick's will pay $16 million in cash and a $5 million convertible debenture (really a bargain if you think about it) that bears 4% interest. Rick's will also get an option to buy the property on which the club is located (probably a good move).
The deal is expected to happen on June 10.
Shares of Ricks's is up 83% over the past 52 weeks. I have been riding this stock since back in 2004 around the pre-Katrina days when I was chopping up Ricks New Orleans like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Or those cats that owned the Gemini Lounge.
Oscar De La Hoya (38-5, 30 KOs) Los Angeles, CA will meet Steve Forbes (33-5, 9 KOs), fighting out of Las Vegas by way of Portland, OR Saturday, May 3 at the first-ever boxing event The Home Depot Center. This is De La Hoya’s first fight lin Los Angeles since 2000. Hence the "Homecoming" tag line.
De La Hoya, boxing's biggest non-heavyweight attraction and moneymaker at the gate, is coming off a convincing loss to Floyd Mayweather Jr. back in May 2007. Oscar has beaten current or former world champions Jesse James Leija, Genaro Hernandez, Rafael Ruelas, John John Molina, Jorge Paez, Javier Francisco Castillejo, Yory Boy Campas, Felix Sturm, Fernando Vargas, Pernell Whitaker (highly disputed), Arturo "Thunder" Gatti, Ike Quartey (highly disputed), Julio Cesar Chavez twice, Hector "Macho" Camacho, Miguel Angel Gonzalez, Jimmi Bredahl and Troy Dorsey. The Golden Boy will have Floyd Mayweather Sr. back in his corner.
Forbes is coming off a split-decision victory over highly regarded Francisco "Panchito" Bojado last October. Forbes, a former super featherweight champ, is best known as a finalist on "The Contender". Forbes, who has worked with Roger Mayweather in the past, has another Mayweather in his corner, brother Jeff Mayweather (who interestingly enough, De La Hoya defeated early in his career).
This fight is a tune-up for a rematch with Floyd Mayweather Jr.
Forbes, with Roger Mayweather in his corner, will have the blueprint to beat De La Hoya, it will be up to him to execute it. Forbes is a slick boxer with a good chin, but is the smaller man when they step into the ring.
De La Hoya, who had a scare in a tune up with Felix Sturm, most likely will not be overlooking Forbes.
Look to see The Golden Boy try to get some rounds in and get in a good boxing session. The second half of the fight should be all De La Hoya with a stoppage highly probable.
Forbes will become the latest example of "Contender" fodder for more established world class fighters.
Of course you remember this Jay-Z freestyle from 10/30/06. For the longest time no one had it up on Youtube. Sicker than the bird flu.
"Hov got flow, though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close, How I'm supposed to win, they got me fighting ghosts....."
"You See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas, see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide is a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified"
"The more successful, the more stressful The more and more I transform to Gordan Gekko"
Round 6: Hopkins not putting out enough offense. Although his defense is subtlety spectacular. Calzaghe begins to razzle dazzle. 10-9 Calzaghe.
Round 7: Calzaghe can't hurt Hopkins. Right counter by Hopkins at end of round. 10- 10 even.
Round 8: Tough round to score. Calzaghe seems to do enough. 10-9 Calzaghe.
Round 9: Calzaghe's best round. Mad Flurries. 10-9 Calzaghe.
Round 10: Low blow by Calzaghe. Hopkins, the veteran, takes his time to recover and slow down Calzaghe's momentum. Hopkins goes after Calzaghe hard. 10-10 even.
Next Saturday Night, April 19, 2008, Bernard Hopkins (48-4-1, 32 KOs), Light heavyweight Kingpin and living legend will step into the ring once again, this time at of 43, to take on Super Middleweight Boss and Welsh hero, the undefeated Joe Calzaghe, (44-0, 32 KOs).
I am always in the mood for “Execution Time” when Bernard Hopkins steps in the ring. (Remember, I used to roll into the ring with Bernard Hopkins’ Entourage in the late 90’s early ‘00’s. Don’t believe me? Watch the fights from that era; I was the young guy, custom suited down, typically Armani, blown open, Brioni pocket square, sometimes smoking cigarettes walking toward the ring, handsome and smooth. Or just look for the only non-African American guy in the crew. Either way works. For the record, I really try to stay out of the public eye. In fact, you will rarely see me except maybe a glimpse at ringside.) And this fight is no different.
After Dropping two close fights to Jermain Taylor, Hopkins bounced back in impressive fashion by dominating Antonio Tarver, and defeating the very tough to solve Ronald “Winky” Wright.
The Pride of Wales, is fresh off a big win over Denmark’s Mikkel Kessler. Before that, Calzaghe defeated Peter “The Pride Of Providence” Manfredo Jr. of Contender fame, Sakio Bika and Jeff “Left Hook” Lacy.
Calzaghe & Hopkins Clash Verbally
Here is how I see the fight shaping up:
Hopkins Strengths
Hopkins has never been a pretty boxer. He is however, a winning boxer. That is what he does, he wins. He is extremely disciplined, having fought almost his entire career at Middleweight. He doesn’t get out of shape between fights. The Executioner is also an extremely intelligent fighter with excellent game plans and execution (no pun intended).
As Hopkins has grown older, he has continued to find a way to win. The Executioner is a subtle master of the little things in Boxing, like controlling distance.
Hopkins also has a great team in Freddie Roach, Mackie Shilstone, John David Jackson, and Naseem Richardson.
Hopkins is also a Master of Mental Warfare. Round one for Hopkins starts when the fight is announced.
Calzaghe's seems like he is in the prime of his career. He has got great boxing skills and fast feet and hands. His work rate and sheer amount of punches he can throw over the course of a fight make him extremely tough to beat, especially on a decision. Keep in mind, almost every decision is won by the guy who throws more leather.
Hopkins weaknesses
Age. Pretty obvious here. Any 43 year old boxer’s weakness is age. Hopkins is an incredible athlete for not only being a champion at this age, but for being one of the best Champions in the entire sport. Some experts think he showed his age in his last few fights. Well, obviously. But he still wins. He has found a way to win despite his age. You just never know when that is going to end.
Calzaghe's weaknesses
I wouldn’t really say Calzaghe has any real “weaknesses”. But, I don’t think he is exactly a murderous puncher despite 32 KO’s on his docket. His Knockouts have been more by the swarming and accumulation of punches variety as opposed to the one punch variety.
And with 44 fights, you can’t say he doesn’t have experience.
I would say as compared to Hopkins, Calzaghe’s quality of opposition just doesn’t compare. People talk about his huge win over Jeff Lacy. But really, who did Lacy ever beat? His other "big" wins: Peter Manfredo Jr.? Sakio Bika? Come on. And Mikkel Kessler barely ever fought out of Copenhagen. Copenhagen is more known for fly Blond Scandanavian girls than it is for boxers.
Hopkins has beaten Lupe Aquino, John David Jackson, Glen Johnson, Simon “Mantequilla” Brown, Robert Allen, Keith Holmes, Felix “Tito” Trinidad, William Joppy, Oscar De La Hoya, Antonio Tarver and Ronald “Winky” Wright. Big difference.
Like Hopkins said, “His (Calzaghe’s) resume looks like a Mary Poppins script,”
Hopkins keys to victory
Hopkins just needs to do what Hopkins does best: Intimidate, rough up his opponent, use “grey area” tactics, lunge in with shots and if he misses, check Calzaghe and throw elbows. Essentially, Hopkins needs to take Calzaghe to the Streets of Philly. And by "take Calzaghe to the Streets of Philly", I don't mean for a Cheesesteak with extra Wiz, either.
Hopkins needs to stay busy enough and start fast enough as to not give away early rounds. If Hopkins loses a bunch of the early rounds, he is going to have a long night.
If Hopkins can hurt Calzaghe early and come on strong in the later rounds, maybe score a knockdown, then he has a decent chance.
Hopkins also has to, and I mean has to, work the body early.
Calzaghe keys to victory
Calzaghe whole game plan must be to stay on the outside and control the fight with his legs and superior work rate. He must also try to get Hopkins on the ropes and take advantage of lapses in Hopkins punch output. Hopkins has the tendency to take part of the round off these days. But who can blame him? He is 43! At 43, the only activity I am going to be doing is relaxing at a tropical hotel pool bar, linen down, drinking absinthe, slowly losing my mind and walking fly local girls up to my villa.
A couple of other issues:
Calzaghe is fighting in the United States for the very first time.
Yeah, this is a factor, but from the response Ricky Hatton got in the US, I think Calzaghe will have more fans in the arena than Hopkins. As long as Calzaghe stays out of the Spearmint Rhino the week before the fight, I really don’t think this is going to be as big a factor as everyone else does.
Age
Big question mark for Hopkins. But keep in mind Calzaghe is 36. What about the age factor on him?
Mental Warfare
It seems so many people (especially squares and non-boxing and non-street people) underestimate the intimidation and mental games guys like Hopkins and Mayweather play on their opponents. (Anyone pay attention to Muhammad Ali?) Many people think that a true professional like Calzaghe will not get rattled by Hopkins’ tactics. But ask yourself, did De La Hoya get rattled by Mayweather? Had anyone ever talked to Oscar like that before?
Has anyone talked to Calzaghe like that before?
I don’t think so.
(Take it from someone who has won plenty of battles with his mouth...)
The Prediction
Ok. So, pretty much all the “experts” is picking Calzaghe to outwork, out-point and use movement to get a decision over Hopkins. I can see that happening as well.
But there is something about Hopkins that I think he has a chance in this one. (If they would have fought 5 years ago, I think Hopkins would have taken him apart.)
One thing is, Hopkins actually has less to lose than Calzaghe. Hopkins already has his seat in the Hall of Fame secure no matter what happens in this fight. Calzaghe, on the other hand, has to win. If he doesn't, everyone will just think (unfairly) he was a bum that just fought over in Wales and was protected. That is a lot of pressure.
Depending on the odds you can get, I would throw dough on the underdog Hopkins. But keep in mind, I might be biased because I used to roll in Hopkins Entourage, and I have picked like the last 20 fights correctly on The G Manifesto. So I can gamble a bit.
Invasion of the Body Snatchers: Miguel Cotto Defeats Alfonso Gomez
Invasion of the Bodysnatchers: Miguel Cotto Defeats Alfonso Gomez
Miguel Cotto (32-0, 26 KOs) systematically dismantled Alfonso Gomez (18-4-2, 8 Kos), of Contender fame, tonight at Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City tonight.
Round By Round
Cotto established his jab and body attack in the first round and never looked back. Cotto consistently beat Gomez to the punch and truly outclassed the popular Mexican fighter. At the end of round one, Cotto staggered Gomez with a jab to the body, then confidently stared him down as he returned to his corner.
Round two, Cotto continued to dominate Gomez with the jab and began to pick him apart. Gomez fell from being off balance and out boxed and the referee ruled it a knockdown.
Round three, Cotto came out extremely confident, and he seemed like he was treating the fight like a sparring session. At the end of the round, Cotto became the Bodysnatcher and dropped Gomez with a left to the solar plexus. Gomez showed heart in getting up.
Round four, Cotto rips Gomez with every punch in the Book. Cotto looking very calm. By the end of the round the punches landed on Gomez totaled 60. Gomez’s face showed it.
Round five, more of the same. Cotto then dropped Gomez with a hard jab to the mug.
The ringside physican was kind enough to stop the massacre between rounds.
For Cotto, it was a very impressive performance. He really showed versatility with his jab being the main weapon in the fight. Cotto landed an impressive 188 of 369 punches (51 percent) while Gomez landed 63 of 316 (20 percent).
In the other fight in the Doubleheader, The Tijuana Tornado, Antonio Margarito (36-5, 26 KOs) dusted off Kermit Cnitron (29-2, 27 KOs) with a body shot in the sixth round to take one of the title belts three years after he first knocked Cintron out.
Margarito used a pressure, pressure, pressure approach on Cintron and was able to take the KO artists best shots.
Margarito used an uppercut, left, straight right, left hook to the body combo. The body shot put Cintron on ice.
Margarito landed 207 power punches to 89 for Cintron, and also landed 257 of 611 total punches (42 percent) to 30 percent for Cintron.
What does this all mean?
Well, it means that Cotto VS Margarito will probably happen in summertime.
Cotto might be better suited to try to set up a fight with Pretty Boy Floyd Mayweather, because Margarito is so big.
But Miguel Cotto VS Antonio Margarito will be a huge fight. The winner will have some real leverage to get Mayweather in the ring at the end of the year or early ’09.
Recently, I went to Osteria Del Teatro in South Beach with a couple associates, as a launching pad. Cruised in, suited down; Prada Suit, Charcoal-Acai colored Prada shirt, murderous Gucci tie, Luger nina (and I don’t mean that fly South Beach hostess/ model I swooped on recently named Nina either) and Gucci loafers no socks. My pockets exploding like an Irish pipe bomb and green like photosynthesis. More shells than Frutti Di Mare. My associates were wearing…I think Corneliani suits.
So we rolled in, I was greeted like The Prince of G’s by the Maître’d (who really is a class act, and I am on a first name basis with most of the staff) and we slid into the best table in the house. Girls clocking me, because I have more Mack than Craig in the bed (and I don't mean club B.E.D Miami, either) and Screwface the Dred. I ordered up a 10 year old Barolo and walked outside with my associates and my glass of wine to clack my Dunhill Lighter and smoke a jack.
My associates were talking about some crazy new-school shit, like using Google Earth to help plan heist moves and some standard old-school shit, like comparing the quality of Burmese Sapphires VS Sri Lankan Sapphires. Hardly listening to them, I noticed an older guy, probably on the north side of 70 years old sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, drinking a glass of red. He was dressed pretty sharp; smooth sweater, plaid slacks and loafers no socks. The height of fashion for the Grandpa G set. There was something about this guy that I noticed right away. Game recognizes Game type situation. “Player Recognition” is what we call it in the industry.
I paid my respects right away and introduced myself. He said his name was “Donald” and gave me a pat on the back and said to me, “keep doing what you are doing young G, and don’t let the rival factions and Haters get you south”(well, he didn't really say that exactly, but something to that effect). He got up, flicked his cigarette with swagger, really close to one of my associates and walked back in Osteria Del Teatro. Dope move. Style all the way.
As we re-entered the restaurant, I noticed that Donald was sitting by himself next to the window. I started really getting into the bottle of red as it was opening up. Real Inky.
Then, like a comet across the night sky in Cartagena, Colombia, the most beautiful girl I have seen on this stay in South Beach (and that is saying a lot) walks in to Osteria Del Teatro. Narciso Rodriguez dress, I think, Christian Louboutin shoes with the red bottoms, spinning a Dolce & Gabbana tote. This girl was so beautiful everyone in the place stopped. I think my heart even skipped a beat like a scratched Special Ed record. Guess who she sat down next to?
Michael Mason?
No, not me…Donald!
After she gave him a kiss on the lips, I gave up all hope that she was Donald’s grandflydaughter. My Game is butter, I got bread and rivals want to toast me. So, as a natural reaction, I thought for a split second of trying to peel Donald for his girl and front paging her, but I was then ashamed I even thought that.
The Impressions - I'm So Proud
Here was a old-school G, who probably chilled with Lansky at Wolfie’s, who has obviously been in the Game forever and deserves his respect from young International Playboys on the Rise like your humble author.
Scoreboard: Grandpa G- 1, Michael Mason- 0
Cam'ron - Your Girl
I raised my glass to Donald, took a huge glup of my Barolo and smiled to myself. In South Beach you can be a G into your 70’s!
Safe to say, I am not getting married anytime soon…
Sure, I am not naïve enough to think that money might have had something to do with it, but then again what doesn’t?
Charge it to The Game. You can keep the change, but I kept my receipt.
The Rest is Up to You...
Michael Porfirio Mason AKA The Peoples Champ AKA The Golden Pretty Boy The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
