FLOYD MAYWEATHER Boxing champ Floyd Mayweather
has turned his hardknock career into a life of luxury.
The yellow Ferrari 360 Modena slashes through
the streets of Vegas as the driver, all of 24 years old,
bobs his head to the hard-hitting sounds of Dirt Bomb. He
taps his passenger on the shoulder to make sure that he
is listening. The driver wants that passenger to know the
deeper meaning of Lookin’.
He wants the passenger to understand that
everywhere he goes, people are lookin’. Black, white,
Mexican, Latin, Asian, all people. Lookin’. But the
thing is, some understand, and some don’t. People at
the gas stations and the restaurants and most every place
he goes assume he’s a rapper or something because he’s
so flamboyant. His cars make ’em look. His house makes
’em look. His jewelry makes ’em look. His entourage
makes ’em look. His girl makes ’em look. And his
style and presence make them look...even harder.
I am that passenger, and I am listening. I
am internalizing, and I do see everyone lookin’. Shit,
I’m lookin’ too. But I know why I’m lookin’.
I’m lookin’ because I know the driver can afford
even more. More cars, more jewelry, more flamboyance. The
driver is not hip-hop, the driver is much larger than that.
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