Yo, they tried to kill a nikka a handful of times. I've had people tell me I was going to fail. I've considered killing myself a lot. Yesterday I went to work, my boss pulled up the sales numbers for the day, and my creamy tomato soup was the number one selling item on the menu.
When I stopped having a business to get a minimum wage job everybody hated on me. People told me I was fukking up and I'm too old and too good what I do to make the decision I did. The only person who supported me was my best friend. I've given up everything for this shyt. I mean everything. I went into hiding for two years because I was embarrassed to not be a get a money nikka. Getting a job was like terrible for me. I had a very successful business at a young age. I walked away from it because I was so young and I was bored. I also lost the love for it. I don't do shyt I don't love.
Damn near 3 years of grinding it out paid off. My menu item is the most popular item on an award-winning menu. Put together by a classically French-trained chef and the future of food. I'm from the hood, self-trained, and my menu item is shytting on theirs. I have the best selling menu item at an award-winning eatery. Our wall has so many plaques it's not even funny.
Low key I really have 3 menu items that are selling well, but the soup was all me. They said it wouldn't sell too.
I'm starting to think me being black has a lot to do with people telling I'm going to fail or my ideas won't work. Numbers don't lie. My soup and side are so fukking good I get the bowls returned empty and they're still hot.
I know I seem crazy as fukk. Emotional, arrogant, etc. It's because I put my all into every fukking thing I do. I put it all on the line, all the time. So I take everything to the heart.
My philosophy works. Yes I'm eccentric, but I'm also a winner, and I got the number to prove it. I got trophies, I got the girls, I got the car, I got the body, and I don't know what else I can acquire to prove it. LMAO, I feel so validated right now. I did it on my own too.