The people who participated in the #HustleBowTie sticker promotion were tasked with finding unique and creative places to slap their free swag for a chance to win the unreleased Fade to Black colorway. And so…this happened. 😜 Make sure you hashtag #HustleBowTie to enter the contest if you received your stickers! We’ll be picking a winner soon. karliehustle.com
Thank you to @Complex & Emily Oberg (@yunge94) for covering my story! #HustleBowTie
I’ve made the decision to resign my position as Music Director at Hot 97. I will remain through the end of the month to assist in the transition of duties.
SIDEBAR: No. I am not going to a New York radio competitor.
Thanks to Ebro Darden, I’ve spent the past three years living my dream in New York City, working at what I believe to be the most important radio station in the world. I’ve been empowered to run the Hot 97 Who’s Next Live platform and the Summer Jam Festival Stage. I’ve appeared on a TV show and had the chance to guest host on the morning show as a fill-in. I’ve been a part of launching the careers of future stars from behind the scenes. These are amazing experiences that I cannot express proper gratitude for here.
These past few years have given me the confidence and the enhanced platform to start my own business. I will redirect my time and attention fully to my #HustleBowTie endeavor and the overall K. Hustle brand (buy a tie dammit: karliehustle.com 😁).
I will also be taking time to explore a host of new possibilities that I’ve been afforded as the result of the 13 years, six cities and six radio stations it’s taken for me to arrive at this juncture.
I’m excited to step out on my own two once again and see what I’m truly made of. I’ll never forget the team at Hot 97 for being so warm and embracing this girl from the West so fully. Thank you all!
I dated a series of petty crack dealers in my late teens and early twenties. I didn’t go out looking to date crack dealers on purpose. It just sort of happened that a lot of dudes were selling crack in the late 90s and I ended up dating a few of them.
There’s this irony about being the sister of a junkie who willfully dated drug dealers that is not lost on me. Even today, I know it was a drug dealer who sold my brother the fatal baggie of heroin that ultimately took his life, but I cannot find a place inside me to be upset with him. My mom even let the guy come to my brother’s funeral. I guess he felt bad or something.
It’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone.
Drugs don’t do themselves. People who want them will find a way to get them. I cannot fault the classic economic law of supply and demand. People want to get high. To feel normal. To feel happy. To escape the pain.
I’ve never done drugs like that. I was a stoner for awhile when I was younger. There was a time when everyone in my town was dropping acid and I did it twice. It was some weird shit. But it was never for me.
Mostly, I didn’t want to end up like my sibling. That’s why I’ve never done cocaine. I’ve been offered it enough times. It seems socially acceptable enough. But no, thanks. I don’t need to know what it’s like to feel like I’m King of the World for 20 minutes, never to reach that height again. I’ll just have a latte and wear some leggings. Unstoppable.
Drug dealers are some of the nicest people I’ve met in my lifetime. I met one after I escaped a scary situation with another guy. He took me under his wing and made sure I didn’t starve. Plus, he made me laugh out loud. I maintain that without him, I wouldn’t be who I am today. He was critical in supporting me at a time where my life could have gone in a very different direction. He was a bridge that got me from point A to point B so I could become somebody in this world. I’ve forgotten a lot of names over the years. His I still remember.
The universe sends some unlikely angels and I don’t judge them. I let them do their work.
…to be continued.
Ha! Have you ever had a #HustleBowTie moment? They are the reason I wear this piece with pride. KarlieHustle.com