I remember where I came from.. (Queens) and because of that I’m much stronger. Growing up rough instilled a certain thirst in me. I crave to be better, to hustle more, and to claim what is mine. The other day I freaked out. I straight punched a whole in the wall. I haven’t lost my shit like that since Jimmy stole my girlfriend in Junior year of High School. I completely lost my shit, and let my anger take control.
I kept asking myself… Why am I getting to lit right now? I’m hustling hard. I’m working 14 hours a day, everyday. That’s close to 100 hours a week. What is wrong? Then I figured it out. I was putting in the hours, but I wasn’t putting in all the hours. While trying to be more professional I realized that I need to pick up a CRM. I hadn’t really kept myself right with the updates in the CRM. Damn, I can do better.
I left that hole in the wall because I knew I could do better. It feels good to see that hole in the wall every morning. Only thing that comes close to feeling that good is when my buddy’s Rug Services comes over and cleans my carpet. I needed to show that brother some love. He’s on the grind, but he ain’t thinking big enough.
My first failure didn’t even slow me down. I kept grinding, and working at my angle. I knew that being more professional was a big part of my game that I was missing. In my early days I said a big F-U to professionalism, but now I regret it. I decided be serious about getting more professional. I knew in Queens, NYC, and the Bronx that professionalism was taken for granted. I decided to travel up to CT to work my magic because up there they look up to the aggressive New York style of doing business.
I knew that I needed to get as professional as I could get. I started thinking to myself… What are the most professional businesses?
I knew one thing was for sure… I wasn’t going anywhere near a police station.
I decided to be as professional as I could, and emulate the most professional Dentists in CT. Turns out there are 1000s of dental offices throughout Connecticut. I figured that I’d narrow down my search by looking at specialists. I found one guy named Dr. Tagliarini who did TMJ Treatment in CT, but I doubted that he’d talk to me. By his listing picture he looked way too professional for me to even try to approach. Carmine isn’t exactly the friendliest looking guy.
I decided just to do my research. Turns out the guy was part of like 20 different organizations! That’s all I needed to get started. I knew now that if I wanted to be a true professional that I needed to stop sticking it, and start being part of the professional community.
I had my very first failure. I’m not talking about losing a fight, or not being able to sneak out of school. I’m talking about failure in business. My mind was on bigger business. I said screw professionalism. I want to have the fuck you attitude that everyone always brags about in movies. I loved the Gambler. I couldn’t hang with this last business venture I got myself into. I failed, and it hurt.
Failure, hurt, and pain aren’t anything to Carmine. At first it was hard, but then I realized a great quote I once read in a book or something “success is a bad teacher, but failure is a great teacher.” I spent the whole day thinking things over in my mind as to figure out what exactly went on. I wanted to know why I failed. My boys kept calling me, and telling me to shrug it off. I said no, and proceeded to spend the next two days hammering down the whole situation. My boys kept urging me to party it off, and wait for the next opportunity to come around.
Man, I was messed up after that loss. My boys kept ragging on me to party it off. I kept ragging on myself trying to figure out if my boys were right. I read this article from Elite Daily – some entrepreneurial magazine. In the article they talk about not having any friends. That got me thinking – we’re my boys looking out for my best interest or theirs?
I put a couple days of thought into it, and realized that my boys aren’t really my boys anymore. They are still stuck partying, getting drunk, getting high and doing nothing. I realized that I need to distance myself from them, because I’m just wasting time with them.
That fact was hard to accept, but failure teaches lessons. That failure did some really hard sticking.
Me a professional? Carmine and professional put in the same dang sentence together… I doubt it! I never thought that I would need to really act professional in order to be a successful. I was told by a friend of the business partner I was trying to make a deal with that they didn’t want to do the deal. More specifically they didn’t want to do the deal because I didn’t look professional enough. That’s unbelievable that someone simply won’t do the deal because I don’t look like lawyer or doctor or something.
I was shocked when I heard that the deal was about to go south because I didn’t look professional. So what did I do?
Can you guess what Carmine did?
I stuck it to them, hard. I went to the meeting like my normal self, unprofessional as can be. When the soon to be business partner started trying to talk his way out of the deal I hit him with some REAL TALK. I said, that I heard from my buddy that you didn’t want to do the deal because I look unprofessional. Not because you don’t think I’ll get you results for your company, but just because of the way I present myself.
I proceeded to lay a verbal smack down on this sucker. I looked him dead in the eyes and said “I don’t mind embarrassing my friend right here, giving him up on something he told me not to because I know when you say yes to the deal that you’ll be thanking me profusely. I am the person who’s going to make you a ton of money. Lets put this non-sense aside and shake on it”.
Fuck You Attitude
Just like that he shook my hand, signed the papers and we’re in business. I knew no matter how much I dressed up that I’d still look like a Queen’s born street thug. I know that, and I understand that. My parents taught me well. They taught me to always know myself. I got what they call the “fuck you attitude” made popular by The Gambler. That’s how Carmine lives his life… Fuck You!
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.
Growing up in Queens was a blessing in disguise. I knew that one day this hard childhood was going to pay off. My friends always said that one day life will be better. I always told them that Carmine is going to make life better. I’m not the kind of guy that just waits around for shit to happen. This is real life here, and you can just wait, pray or hope.
My parents were poor, and they both worked. They were never really home, but then again I didn’t want them to be. We never had this great family relationship that you see in the movies. Every movie has parents all sitting at the dinner table asking their kids how school was. That wasn’t life for me growing up with two working parents in Queens. I’d come home right after school to raid the fridge for leftovers before I headed out with the boys.
Fridays, was when my mom had her night off. She has a day job, and worked nights as well to support us. Those Friday nights she would get some ice-cream and try to lure me in staying with her for the night. She didn’t want me going out late on Fridays because she was afraid I’d end up like my father. My father was a drunk, functioning, but still a drunk. He wouldn’t beat my ass or abuse me, but he wasn’t supportive either. He’d do his part, and keep a roof over our heads. Some food in the fridge and a roof over our heads was all that mattered.
At an early age I learned that I needed to hustle to get what I wanted. Being the big man on campus I would always hit up other kids for their lunch money. I did that for a while until I got in trouble at school. I didn’t really care about the fact I was getting in trouble, but I noticed the girls didn’t like that. It was like the girls were going for these nice boys, instead of men like myself. I decided to start up my own business. I got some of these nice boys working for me.
What’d we do was take orders from teachers, parents and other people we knew around town. The orders would be for food that wasn’t able to be delivered. We’d charge a small delivery fee, and be on our way. I made some serious bucks doing this. I guess you could call me a entrepreneur.
When you’re really sticking it to someone, your telling it like it is. I grew up in Queens as you can tell by my about page. When you grow up in as hard of a spot as Queens you get real good at a couple things.
Telling it, like it is
This guy right here is what I look like when I’m really sticking. When I’m sticking some good, so good that they look like they just saw a ghost, I use that same finger. This blog is about telling it like it is, because that’s it ought to be told. The news and the media sugar coat so much that its unbelievable. Nowadays everyone gets a ribbon for participating so they don’t feel left out. In Queens if you won something, the school couldn’t even afford to get you a ribbon. On the slight chance they did get you a ribbon, it’d probably get stolen a minute later.
People these days are soft. I’m talking like a soft like a bunny. People don’t stand up for themselves. If I’m driving, and someone looks at me the wrong way I don’t just look away. I stare right into the souls of their eyes. If they don’t immediately look away I proceed to ask them what the fuck they are looking at! I act the same way that no matter what neighborhood, city, project or whatever I’m in, because I’m tough. I don’t start trouble, but I certainly take care of business if trouble starts with me.
Hustling is what you do when you need money, and you don’t have money. Hustling is what makes the world go round. Without people hustling hard there wouldn’t be such a booming economy. Speaking of Booming, my boy DJ Khaled has got this little 14 year old entrepreneur who is seriously hustling. Get your money right kids.
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