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There is a tree company that does an estimated $13M PER MONTH through Shopify. Trees.

Just got off a sales call with a $7 Billion CPG company. Did a 3 minute preview of Replo AI running screenshot to page build. They COULDN'T GET ENOUGH. Immediate buy. Ready for a year of Replo. It's going to be so lit.

ah fuck it's gonna be dope isn't it

8 years ago, I would drive to a Starbucks and build landing pages for people in Unbounce. $35/hr. Deals sourced through Craigslist. I’d have to choose to eat for a few days or pay for gas. Rent in Arkansas was $321 a month, and for a few months, I would walk to Walmart and pay my utility bill in coins and small bills because that’s what the Starbucks LP folks would pay me in. I got so lucky. So many people gave me a shot. The problems I deal with on a daily basis now were unfathomable to me then because how I live now was beyond the goal I had back then. How lucky am I to have made it far beyond anything I could have dreamed of then. Every day is a blessing beyond comprehension.

Best interaction I've ever had on LinkedIn. I choose to believe he asked in earnest, and not for any sinister reason. It's wild that my name is what it is.

At the end of November 1999, my parents and I moved to the United States. My dad had been living here for 1.5 years already, doing his residency at the Mayo Clinic. My mom and I flew across the world to see him after a very long while, finally be reunited as a family. I spoke no English, and was dropped into a suburb of Kansas City as a 4 year old. My first real memory is watching my dad back up our beige Toyota Camry to the covered structure at the KC airport parking lot. Next few years were me slowly becoming adjusted to my new world. The kids in our neighborhood were older than me but they let me play with them. Took me trick or treating every year. My mom would watch me run over to their house from the kitchen window and see me disappear around the corner to play at the park with those kids. There were families of all races and ethnicities in the area, though we were the only Indian folks, the only ones that you’d put in the “brown” bucket. Never mattered though. Neighbors would come over and eat my mom’s Indian food and love it, and we’d visit their houses and break bread with them. Then happened September 11th, 2001. I’ll save the stories of the chaos day-of but I’ll share what happened a few days later. The country we woke up to on the 12th wasn’t the same as the one we woke up to on the 11th. A few days after 9/11/2001, I went to play with the same neighbors that I’d played with just days before. A group of 12 year old girls and boys, all white, and I am months away from turning 6. They beat the hell out of me. They pushed me to the ground on their driveway, and kicked the daylight out of me. My mom saw from the kitchen window, and thankfully saved me before any major lasting injuries were sustained. A few days after that, my mom and I had to fly to Florida because my aunt had been hit my a car and needed to be taken care of. My mom and I were on one of the first flights to run after 9/11. I had been assigned an exit row seat. Kids can’t have those, so the flight attendant made us move to some open seats in the back. I’ll never forget the stares and the whispers. “Why are those brown people being asked to move?” Tense on that plane. I spent the rest of my childhood in an even smaller town in Missouri. I’ve had truly heinous things said and done to me and my family. I went to college at the University of Arkansas. I have driven through modern Klan territory. While I grew up reciting the Lord’s Prayer before every basketball game I ever played in, while I sang Christian hymns and played so many Christian music growing up, I do consider myself a Hindu. At the root of it though, I love God. I’m not ever going to tell you how or what to practice. That’s the beauty of America. That’s the point of religious freedom here. 9/11/2001 altered the course of all of our lives. For me personally, it added a lot of violence towards me and my family. It could be very easy for me to let myself be jaded and vitriolic forever. I had that chapter in my life. But thankfully, I grew up and I realized the beauty of America around me. The power of America comes from our collective belief in this being the greatest place in the world. It comes from our individualistic determination to make our lives better, and our communal desire to improve our neighborhoods, cities, states, and the country. If you have only ever lived in the United States, even if you’ve visited other countries, you don’t really get what life is like elsewhere. You might not have the weight of experience required to see that as imperfect as it may be, this is the best place in the world. I became a citizen in 2015. Moved here in 1999. Throw evil in my face. I will show you compassion. I’m so energized to build the best America possible. To protect our freedoms. To protect The American Dream. Don’t give into the hate. Lean on your neighbors. Vote. We must take care of our great country. God bless America.

In Q4, I ran a direct mail test for a brick and mortar client. First mailer, standard postcard size, $0.27 a piece. Second drop, jumbo mailer, $0.31 a piece. Same offer, free product. Second won 4:1. Tons of new customers w/both. 7-fig sales Direct mail is wild. Go big.

Jarvis, clone a methylene blue product, upload a 1:1 static into Meta, no exclusions, and set the budget to $1000/day

I found my forever person in a pretty wild way, but she and I will take over the world together. She asked me 21 questions, she’d love me in a Bentley and she’d love me in a bus. I’m the richest guy alive just with her in my life.

Make “never work again” money with a health bar but still feel the need to run it back in the same category? You have two paths:

Amped getting acqui-hired by Mailchimp is 1. great for amped team 2. fckn hilarious for the rest of us non-MC using bozos RIP black magic opt in rates 2024 - 2024

I miss the old DTC, straight from the FB Bans DTC Chat about the brand DTC, set up the stand DTC I hate the new DTC, the bad mood DTC The always rude DTC, spammin' in the news DTC I miss the sweet DTC, chop up the tweets DTC I gotta to say, at that time I'd like to meet DTC See "cutting the middleman" invented DTC, it wasn't any DTC And now I look and look around and there's so many DTCs I used to love DTC, I used to love DTC I even had the Shopify, I thought I was DTC What if DTC made a song, about DTC? Called "I Miss The Old DTC," man that would be so DTC That's all it was DTC, we still love DTC And I love you like DTC loves DTC

The triple whale crew built something cool and I’m glad they’re getting every bit of distribution they can get, paid and unpaid. SaaS is harder than yall think. The bar is high. Hope they keep crushing it.

DTC PAINTBALL IN BROOKLYN

There is a tree company that does an estimated $13M PER MONTH through Shopify. Trees.

I put together a list of 150k Shopify brands doing $50k month or more Enriched with emails, LinkedIns, and phone numbers of 3+ top decision makers per company Like + Comment “LEADS” and I’ll DM it to you

I'm getting chemical burns from my favorite deodorant... What should I try?

Diabolical levels of lock in today

Best interaction I've ever had on LinkedIn. I choose to believe he asked in earnest, and not for any sinister reason. It's wild that my name is what it is.

DTC PAINTBALL

At the end of November 1999, my parents and I moved to the United States. My dad had been living here for 1.5 years already, doing his residency at the Mayo Clinic. My mom and I flew across the world to see him after a very long while, finally be reunited as a family. I spoke no English, and was dropped into a suburb of Kansas City as a 4 year old. My first real memory is watching my dad back up our beige Toyota Camry to the covered structure at the KC airport parking lot. Next few years were me slowly becoming adjusted to my new world. The kids in our neighborhood were older than me but they let me play with them. Took me trick or treating every year. My mom would watch me run over to their house from the kitchen window and see me disappear around the corner to play at the park with those kids. There were families of all races and ethnicities in the area, though we were the only Indian folks, the only ones that you’d put in the “brown” bucket. Never mattered though. Neighbors would come over and eat my mom’s Indian food and love it, and we’d visit their houses and break bread with them. Then happened September 11th, 2001. I’ll save the stories of the chaos day-of but I’ll share what happened a few days later. The country we woke up to on the 12th wasn’t the same as the one we woke up to on the 11th. A few days after 9/11/2001, I went to play with the same neighbors that I’d played with just days before. A group of 12 year old girls and boys, all white, and I am months away from turning 6. They beat the hell out of me. They pushed me to the ground on their driveway, and kicked the daylight out of me. My mom saw from the kitchen window, and thankfully saved me before any major lasting injuries were sustained. A few days after that, my mom and I had to fly to Florida because my aunt had been hit my a car and needed to be taken care of. My mom and I were on one of the first flights to run after 9/11. I had been assigned an exit row seat. Kids can’t have those, so the flight attendant made us move to some open seats in the back. I’ll never forget the stares and the whispers. “Why are those brown people being asked to move?” Tense on that plane. I spent the rest of my childhood in an even smaller town in Missouri. I’ve had truly heinous things said and done to me and my family. I went to college at the University of Arkansas. I have driven through modern Klan territory. While I grew up reciting the Lord’s Prayer before every basketball game I ever played in, while I sang Christian hymns and played so many Christian music growing up, I do consider myself a Hindu. At the root of it though, I love God. I’m not ever going to tell you how or what to practice. That’s the beauty of America. That’s the point of religious freedom here. 9/11/2001 altered the course of all of our lives. For me personally, it added a lot of violence towards me and my family. It could be very easy for me to let myself be jaded and vitriolic forever. I had that chapter in my life. But thankfully, I grew up and I realized the beauty of America around me. The power of America comes from our collective belief in this being the greatest place in the world. It comes from our individualistic determination to make our lives better, and our communal desire to improve our neighborhoods, cities, states, and the country. If you have only ever lived in the United States, even if you’ve visited other countries, you don’t really get what life is like elsewhere. You might not have the weight of experience required to see that as imperfect as it may be, this is the best place in the world. I became a citizen in 2015. Moved here in 1999. Throw evil in my face. I will show you compassion. I’m so energized to build the best America possible. To protect our freedoms. To protect The American Dream. Don’t give into the hate. Lean on your neighbors. Vote. We must take care of our great country. God bless America.

Just got off a sales call with a $7 Billion CPG company. Did a 3 minute preview of Replo AI running screenshot to page build. They COULDN'T GET ENOUGH. Immediate buy. Ready for a year of Replo. It's going to be so lit.

I think we should normalize glazing. It should be default to celebrate people in the world doing things you find interesting. Shout it from the rooftops! Be nice to people and give them the gift of knowing that they positively impacted your life. Glaze people!

I’m not only hungry to beat our competition and help the most brands grow the most overall… but also am hungry.

No Glizzy is safe. Happy America Day 🇺🇸 Commies and Nazis, G T F O This is the greatest country on earth.