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Rhymes Like Dimes - MF Doom
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck and still keep your attitude on self-destruct
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“I was going to Arizona State when my dad passed away. I didn’t handle it well. Sort of fell apart. I had just paid $9,000 for the fucking semester. I opened my laptop, dropped the semester, opened up a new tab, bought a one-way ticket to New York, and threw myself a going-away party. Once I got here, I started working in retail. But on the side I was writing about Fashion Week for a blog called Style Cartel, shout out to Charlotte, Muslim like me. And every time I went to these events, I’d introduce myself as a stylist. I kept saying: ‘I style athletes and celebrities.’ I didn’t give a fuck. Then suddenly I started getting clients for real: actors, NFL players, you name it. Now I’m up to 42 clients. Down to two days a week in retail. Pure hustle. No Miami mommy money. Well I’m not going to lie. I did have a sugar daddy first year, billionaire, you’ve heard of him. But never fucked him. Anyway, the one thing I’ve always wanted to do is go back to school. Cause I promised my dad. Then one night I was watching Billions and there’s this psychologist who always keeps the men in check. So I peeped the psychology degree at Hunter College, walked into the admissions office, and told the lady: ‘My transcripts are trash. My dad died of cancer. But I’m intelligent. I need a second chance.’ The deadline had already passed, but she ended up doing me a solid. She performed some sort of alchemy on my transcripts and came out with a 2.6 GPA. That was enough to get me in the door. I just finished up my second semester. Now I’ve got a 3.5 GPA. Plus the teachers love me cause I’m entertaining in class.”
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