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Riding Your Edge of Destruction

There is one place within your mind, that when accessed, makes magic happen.

It’s that place where you put your entire life in the hands of logic and ability. Your logic and your ability.

It’s where an error in logic, or an error in execution means death. Financial death, relationship death, or physical death.

In reality, we all have limits to our own abilities. And also in reality, we almost all fail to use those abilities to the fullest. Why? Because we’re afraid.

Afraid of realizing the limits of our abilities, and thus our shortcomings compared to the men around us. Afraid of accidentally surpassing our limits and failing miserably. Afraid that if we do find another level of capability we can safely operate at, we will know how much of a fraud our past efforts have been. We will know that once we begin operating at our edge, anything less is laziness or fear.

It’s a challenge, I’ll admit that. It’s perhaps life’s biggest, most difficult, most exciting, most rewarding and by far most dangerous challenge.

Living at your edge. That place where *fuck it* lives. Where you push and push until you approach your edge. Then you tip toe to the very end of the cliff until you can see the very bottom directly beneath you. Then you stand there. And do nothing but focus. Why?

Because you can. Because you know your abilities, and you master your logic for your own purposes. And even though it is incredibly stupid and risky, it gives life a certain flavor. A feeling that words cannot do justice.

Because that feeling is a life lived without fear, totally entrusted to skill and logic.

Perhaps the most ironic fact of all is that every single one of us must entrust our own skill and logic to survive. In order to receive and continue to receive the gift of life we have to trust our own skill and logic. When we don’t live at our own edge though, all we do is accept and receive life. Celebrating and living a life can only be done on the edge though.


Lawyers are Mostly B******

If you have read Pathtopimpdom at all, you probably know that I am a huge fan of Mickey Royal’s work, which was a huge inspiration for this blog. In his book, Pimp Game, he lays out the fundamentals of power. While he’s not quite Lao Tsu or Machiavelli’s modern equivalent, his understanding of human psychology and the distribution of power in the world (in all its shapes and forms) is easily on the same level.

Simply put, pimps are timeless. So are ho’s, and so on and so on. It isn’t about prostitution either. Well, it is, but not in the way most of you fools think of it as.

Pimps and ho’s exist everywhere. They work at your local starbucks, home depot, they work in your local schools and even give out sermons at your local church. Simply put, every organization has it’s roles which different humans play out.

It has nothing to do with money. NBA players are usually ho’s for a short period of time before some of them become Pimps and others turn into tricks upon ‘graduation.’

The reason I bring this up is because a few months ago, I applied to law school. As I consider the roles I want to play in the world, and as I enter ‘real’ adulthood, I have the opportunity for the first time to really solidify my natural potentials and turn them into realities.

And I can’t help but to be acutely aware of the roles which I am, or will be playing. Naturally, I am a straight up pimp. Perhaps no where else has this been more apparent but in athletics. As a captain, MVP, All-League and All-Conference athlete in high school, I can tell you that mindset is everything.

Physically, I was above average on my team, but nothing special. What ended up separating me from not only my teammates, but every opponent I faced, was my mindset. It may surprise you, but the fundamental difference was incredibly simple. I was willing to take more responsibility than everyone else on my team, combined. That feeling was never put into words, nor could it have been derived from words, because I rarely spoke about things of that nature. Instead, my presence commanded, and my actions spoke that, in failure, the blame wasn’t on any of my teammates. It was on me.

Fundamentally, that’s what being a Pimp is all about.

Now, as a potential future lawyer, I’ve been thinking if I can make it work for me. What I’ve come to realize is that almost all lawyers are ho’s. They have skills. They ho themselves out to pimps, who use the lawyers to make money for themselves. And while chasing paper is something I am willing to pursue at great lengths, the numbers are not so important to me if that means that I am going to have to force myself into an unnatural role.

So, being the Pimp that I am, I am starting to do some heavy planning today. Pimps are the risk takers of the world, but another lesson to take from athletics is: Pimps do their work. In order to become a star athlete, I put in ridiculous, dig-deep-into-your-soul type of work EVERY DAY in high school for three years before I got to the point of being one of the leading scorers in the NATION.

So, as I begin my next major enterprise, my next game, I have come to the realization that just like everyone else in the world, Lawyers are mostly Ho’s. Today, months before I even get acceptance letters, I start working. Why? So that by the time I pass the bar exam, I will be in a position to rise from a hustler and realize my true, born nature as a straight up Pimp.

Dress like a Pimp Resources

As a followup to my last post, I’m going to post some great links and videos for guys who want to learn how to dress like an old school PIMP, and represent some classical style.

Here is a great collection of blog articles:

The Art of Manliness: Suit School Part 1 : Fused vs. Canvas Suits

The Art of Manliness: Suit School Part 2 : A Primer on Suit Buttons

The Art of Manliness: Suit School Part 3 : Alterations Every Man Needs

The Gmanifesto: How to Wear a Pocket Square


And here are a few videos worth taking a peek at :


My First Real Suit

First off, I’m going to give my props to my fellow e-Pimps out there. Many of them helped motivate me to be the person that I am today and since you’ll find all kind of shout-outs on this site, I won’t waste space naming names. Except one. With respect to this post in particular, I think there is no other Pimp except Michael Porfirio Mason aka The People’s Champ, who keeps a fresh perspective over at

His near single minded pursuit of promoting custom suits as the ultimate form of style for any and all aspiring Pimps has been like a cool ocean breeze on a warm summers day down in La Jolla, CA. It’s something every man knows at his very core, but has been deluded into doubting by the powers that be. Now personally, I would be embarrassed to ever wear an Affliction T-shirt, a Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, or a plain white T 5 times too big for my frame.

How have I survived without killing myself then, considering my unique upbringing which puts me in the target audience for all these styles, and the fact that almost all of my peers fall into one of these categories?

Simple. I make fun of guys my age, including those I roll with at times. I don’t pretend to accept it. I tell them straight up that it’s ridiculous. I only roll with the type of guys who can take straight criticism, guys guys, which are an endangered species these days. Still, the fact that these guys fall prey to the trends of today even more proves to me the depths to which we have fallen as a gender.

Before I lose track, back to the subject at hand. The truth is, you need real money to dress nice and rise up above the trends. And that is true for a reason. Nice clothes reflects real wealth. So, how have I, an indebted college student without a trust fund, afforded these clothes? Simple. Hard work, finding sources, looking in places no one else looks. Even with all this work, I still only buy new clothes rarely, and treat it as an investment.

I’ve had suits before. The type you wear to weddings on a student’s budget, the type you wear to job interviews, etc. You know, the men’s warehouse, typical boring, lame stuffy suits everyone hates to wear but must.

Today I bought my first real suit. Custom made. However, I didn’t have it made custom. I found it on a rack, alongside hundreds of pieces of shit. It just so happened to be a diamond among nothing but cookie-cutter lumps of coal. Best of all? It fit perfectly. Basically, I won the lottery today. While it is not an $8000 suit, I know that once I take it to a tailor, I will look better in it than 99.9% of other men I will ever see while wearing it. And for $35, you can see why I won the lottery today. What I found takes more than money to buy. As a young pimp, acquiring a suit like that requires a lifestyle and connections that I won’t have access to until the next level of success in my life.

This suit is my first step towards that next level. Time to celebrate.

Hustling versus Pimping

If you aren’t hustling, your game is hustling for you. If you have no game, and you aren’t hustling, then you are worthless to the world. This is not to say you are worth nothing as a person. This is not to say anything about your potential, and about your value to people you have personal relationships with. This is about the world.

The true measure of a man in the eyes of the world is directly correlated to the size of a man’s bankroll. Hustlers work their asses off providing real value to the world, one person or organization at a time. They see value where others don’t, or they go off and find value when others can’t find it. Then they deliver value. When a hustler stops working, his bankroll stops growing. His value to the world is intimately tied to the work he does, and he is compensated accordingly.

The Pimp is a different story. The Pimp doesn’t work for himself, he works for his game. His game is his primary concern in the world. His game, not the Pimp himself, provides value to the world. The Pimp owns his game, he takes full responsibility for his game; he nurtures it, protects it, and helps it grow. Game is like an orchard of orange trees. If a Pimp planted his orchard in Southern California, he would need to put a lot of effort into setting up and establishing the orchard. If he picked a good location, hired a top notch caretaker and had a solid place to sell his product, he can easily coast on autopilot. His game does all the work, and he receives an equal amount of value from the world as he provides.

The Pimp can chill, content to solve occasional problems, or he can focus on expanding his game, buying out other orchards and planting new ones. This is where his effort and work go. Directly into his game. He separates himself from the world, and simply becomes King of his world. This is a kingdom, and it is what the world is made of.

Everyone in the world is part of many overlapping kingdoms. The hustler is the only one truly free. But only the Pimp can be King. If you’re interested in this type of study of power, I highly suggest getting a degree in power studies, aka, Political Science, like I did. Or, simply read the Pimp Game by Mickey Royal, by far the most powerful short book on power I have read since the Art of War and the Prince.