Luxury Wholesaling
Turn hard-to-find timepieces into hard cash. I hunt the grails, and aim fo the margin—no fluff, just flawless metal moving fast.
Built on four unshakable pillars—Body, Being, Balance, Business
Who I am
I’ve built businesses. I’ve hit walls. I’ve climbed out of some dark places. And now—I’m building something that finally feels like it fits.
Every part of this brand reflects a piece of my journey—from selling my businesses and finding sobriety, to rediscovering my voice through strength, faith, and fatherhood. It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s honest.
This brand is built to give back. To create margin for others to rise. And to serve as a quiet signal for people who feel like they’ve outgrown shallow advice and empty noise.
What You’ll Find Here:
Thought-provoking content across the four pillars
Practical steps from real experience
A tone that challenges, not coddles
An open invitation to step into what you’re called to become
Why Now? Because I’m finally free. Not just from the grind, but from pretending.
And this is what I was built to do.
Stillness in the storm.
Faith, focus, and self-awareness. We listen to the quiet voice and move with intention—because clarity beats noise every time.
Turn hard-to-find timepieces into hard cash. I hunt the grails, and aim fo the margin—no fluff, just flawless metal moving fast.
Let the stories speak louder than the storyteller. High-impact scripts, AI visuals, and evergreen monetization while I stay off-camera and on mission.
Blueprint-level clarity for chaotic systems. I cut through vendor noise, bolt your tech together, and hand you dashboards that actually drive decisions.
Niche maps that own page one. I gather the data, polish the UX, and let ad revenue and affiliates flow while competitors play catch-up.
Coming Soon
A raw field manual on rebuilding life, one sober day at a time.
Coming Soon
A guide to mastering the 4 pillars. Body, Being, Balance, Business
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Metallica. Nashville. Two nights. Zero booze.
Felt every riff and pyro blast with crystal-clear senses.
Shared the moment—sober and stoked—with my wife and son.
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