I haven’t been updating The G Manifesto too much lately as I arrived in a new city and have been in “Pipe-Building Mode”. Real successful.
And now, I am just enjoying the fruits of my labor. Girls are exiting out the back door of my building and right after, girls are entering the front door. Pretty sick. Girls flights leaving at 11am and lunch swoops with a different girl at 2pm type sh*t.
I have even had fly Sioux and Pawnee girls creep me in their teepee.
And pushing out all the weesh guys in my way with their “Econo-Spray” game.
My biz prayers were answered today too.
Even white girls from the suburbs are are starting to call me “Mugabi” because I have been such a straight up beast.
Hopefully, I should be dropping some more heavy duty Montreal Sheets soon.
“When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles.
And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you.” – Nas
A lot of young up and coming G’s on the rise stop me on the streets and ask me the secret to my success.
Truthfully, I am not exactly sure what it is. But I realized something in Montreal:
I rock The High-End and Low-End Theory. I think this separates me from most of the Trust Fund International Playboys that you see out there cutting it up.
What I mean by The High-End and Low-End Theory, is I pretty much always roll in really high end scenes or really low end scenes. You won’t catch me in the suburbs at Applebee’s ordering the filet well done. (I only eat steaks rare. Hell, I would eat them raw if they would serve them to me.)
In Montreal, I would work out, do pushups and shadow box in the parks with heroin addicts. And then at night, you would see me in the dopest clubs partying with fly girls and model girls.
I noticed, that the people you would see in the parks wouldn’t be at the club.
And the people at the club, wouldn’t be in the parks with the heroin addicts.
It was only your humble author that you would find in both.
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.
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.
“I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They’re beautiful. Everybody’s plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.” – Andy Warhol
“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.” – Marilyn Monroe
Let’s breakdown one of my favorite West Coast hoods:
3 Clubs – I have been going to this place since I was a little kid. In fact, it used to be my Base of Operations back in the day. I have swooped mass girls out of this piece. I still dig it.
El Floridita – Great spot to get your Cuban grind on if you haven’t been to Miami in a while. Salsa dancing on Mondays. Which is legit because the place holds fly girls like:
Wild Card Boxing Club – One of my favorite on Earth. Not just Boxing Gym’s, one of my favorite places on Earth. This place is it. Nowhere do I feel more comfortable and in my element than Wild Card Boxing Club. Straight up love this place. Data Sheet Here: Wild Card Boxing Club, Hollywood, CA: It Ain’t Easy
Los Balcones – Good spot for a little Peruvian grind. Can be some girls here. Hit or miss on that front though.
Bodega Wine Bar – I actually just checked, and it closed in Hollywood. That is ok though, this place was hyped on the Internet, but I think that it really sucked.
Wood and Vine – Not a bad spot to take a girl for a little vino. Food doesn’t blow minds, but this place is A-OK when my AK sprays when I say my ABC’s in my book.
W Hotel, Hollywood – Place is pretty weesh. But then again, I hate all phony boutique hotel chains like The W.
Katsuya – Every moron props this place. It sucks. Chefs are retarted. Overpriced hack job. Maybe if you are from Ohio you would think it’s dope. Typical weesh SBE Entertainment crap.
Cleo – That being said, Cleo is by SBE also and is kind of decent. The bar can be good for swooping. I have swooped a few Armenian girls out this piece.
Hollywood Roosevelt – Didn’t go here on this trip. But believe it or not, my MOM stayed here recently. She even had a hook up on a discounted room!
Musso and Frank – Old school. I got this place on lock.
Supper club – I don’t feel this place.
Pizzeria Mozza – I am down with this spot. Nancy Silverton, Mario Batali and Joseph Bastianich running the show.
Go Burger – Good spot to get your burger on.
Bliss Café – Real Wimpster spot. I don’t really step to this spot, although I would under the right circumstances.
Magnolia – Not bad for a casual grind.
Sabinas – Good cheap spot for a lunch grind.
Off Vine – Good spot to take a fly girl. Food is decent, not mindblowing.
L’Scorpion – Tequila bar. I don’t step here.
El Pueblo Viejo – Decent Mex.
La Numero Uno – Good Salvadoran grinds. Closes too early though.
The Redbury Hotel – Houses Cleo mentioned above.
Lexington Social House – This was my spot back when I stayed in Hollywood last time. Defeated a bunch of weesh Actor guys and swooped heavy. Door guy can be a pain, unless you have him on lock. Thankfully, I do.
Beso – I don’t step here.
Xiomara – Not a bad grind for dinner to mix things up.
Doomies – Vegetarian grind. Pretty good too.
Sushi Hiroba – Ok. Not really feeling it. Not a top notch sushi joint.
Cactus Taqueria – This place gets high marks all around, but is not that great Mex. Doesn’t compare to San Diego Taco Shops.
Philly Steak out – Always wanted to hit this place up.
Flaming Patty’s – Never hit up.
El Dorado Peruvian – Another spot I have my eye on.
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.
“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.
I’m living in A State of Grace and it’s a f*cked up place. I’ll put my Game in your face.
(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.