I’m writing this from a little place called Happy’s. A small bar/restaurant tucked away in Western Montana. It’s been here since 1905. I asked the bartender what the secret was to staying open that long. He didn’t even pause: “People come here ‘cause they know what they’re gonna get.” No gimmicks. No fancy drinks. Just good food, cold beer, and a place to sit and shoot the shit with friends. There’s something powerful about that, isn’t there? In a world constantly chasing, “What’s next”…

I haven’t had a $0 sales day since December 17th. 231 days. I don’t say that to brag. I say that because I remember when one sale a week felt like a win. I was hustling to post 2-3 times a day on social. If I missed a day, there was a 0.0% chance of making a sale. Now? Sales roll is ’round the clock. Sometimes when I’m sleeping, walking around Vegas in a weighted vest, or tubing in Western Montana. (Ashton & I had the time of our lives tubing yesterday) This ain’t magic. It’s a machine. It’s…

As you read this, we’re somewhere in Western Montana. We might be chasing waterfalls. We might be swatting mosquitos. Possibly, both. I wrote this email last night from my office (spare bedroom) in Vegas, because I knew today was gonna be one of those “cram everything into a suitcase and pray the zippers hold” kind of days. Here’s the thing: I’m not good at much. But writing these daily-ish emails? It’s the one thing I refuse to miss. Not because some algorithm told me I’d get better…

I’m running a 24-hour Flash Sale tomorrow. It’s a bundle of some of my best offers. A killer deal. But that’s not why I’m writing you today. I lost a friend on Sunday. Still don’t know exactly what happened, as his brother hasn’t shared the full story yet. What I do know is this: He leaves behind a wife. And four kids. They’re devastated. And I want to help. I’ve been thinking all week…What can I do, with the skill set I’ve got, to support them in a meaningful way? So tomorrow’s Flash…