After making a couple bucks on the corner I decided to move into other areas. I was basically failing school at this point. I didn’t care, and neither did my parents. My parents realized that I had something they didn’t. I had a business sense. A business sense was more important than any other aspect of education. Going through school was just an easy way to get educated to be able to go into a job. Carmine wasn’t going to end up in the dead end jobs that my parents were in.
My dad, as drunk as he gets is a very hard worker. He constantly struggled keep his job. His boss always tried to work him harder, and pay him less. The struggle was real. Realizing the reality of the struggle that he was going through was a big eye opener for me because I knew I was going to struggle either way. I could either struggle starting something of my own or struggle making someone else rich.
Wikipedia defines an entrepreneur as “the process of designing, launching and running a new business, such as a start up company, offering a product, process or service for sale or hire”
Sticking it to Entrepreneurship
Sticking it to entrepreneurship was what I was all about from that point forward. I think it was the first family dinner I had in the last 10 years. My parents were sitting there spilling their guts to me about how they made the mistake of working for the man their whole lives. They urged me to drop out of school, and focus on my own business game.
Drop out of school?
I couldn’t believe that my parents would stick it to me like that. They knew I wasn’t the most book smart person in Queens, but damn.