Today marks thirty-seven years that I’ve been alive.

I’d be an outright liar if I said that I’ve lived all thirty-seven to the maximum of my potential.

I’ve accomplished many things of which I am immensely proud, and several for which I am not.

The past few years have been amazing in some regards, and yet shameful in others.

I’ve excelled in ways I’d never imagined I would, yet at the same time gradually spiraled destructively in directions I never intended to travel, finding myself, at times becoming a man I had no desire to be.

While I’ve never faltered in my commitment to serving and helping others, often times foregoing the necessary introspection or care for my own well-being, mentally and physically, I certainly have not demonstrated my best efforts in may pursuits for some time.

All of that has come to a screeching halt over the last few months.

Beginning at the tail end of last year, my life took a few significant and incredibly trying turns. I found myself in situations I never imagined being in, and having to fight for simple things in life that I had taken for granted as being static and permanent, never to be attacked or infringed upon.

I fought to overcome these obstacles, and in many ways grew stronger as a result. However despite some of my previous beliefs to the contrary, I am a mortal human being, and a heavily flawed one at that.

Months later, while working through some of the most challenging times of my life I sought escape from some of the chaos, allowing personal demons access to my mind and my actions, capitulating to their charms or seeking to hide from their presence, making poor decisions in search of refuge from the storm instead of embracing it and fighting it head-on.

While my misguided actions did not harm anyone else, I am no less remorseful of the outcomes I produced.

As the result of these errors in judgement that were mine and mine alone, I am currently fighting one of the most difficult battles of my life.

I’ve owned my mistakes, and have owned and implemented the solution.

I’ve changed everything about myself that I did not like, destroyed the elements of my character and my expression that I did not find congruent with who I want to be as a man, as a leader, and as a father.

This was not an easy endeavor, but it was one of the decisions of which I am most proud in my thirty-seven years.

Where I had become “soft and civilized” as the immortal David Goggins would say, I dug deep to find the warrior without the capacity to give up that I had once been, and that I’d allowed to lay dormant for so long.

I set out callousing my body, training incessantly since the onset of the aftermath, and reignited the fires in my mind with a deluge of influences that have propelled me into a state of mind that I can honestly can say I haven’t possessed in several years.

I am a stronger, and better version of myself than I have ever been, and as a result, I am more effective than I have ever been in my capacity to serve others.

As it stands today however, I am still fighting a serious battle.

While I’ve faced, and will continue to face, the consequences of my mistakes, I have recently been informed that my penance may be much harsher in a global sense than anyone had planned.

Without disclosing precisely the details of what I’m saying in this forum, due largely to my status and position in certain environments I stand to lose more than others would in the same circumstances.

The solution to prevent this occurrence involves the rapid satisfaction of a financial obligation which would enable my receipt of a consequence of significantly less damage to those whom I care for and provide for.

Frankly I’m willing to pay whatever price deemed appropriate for my mistakes, in whatever manner anyone sees fit, but the long term fallout and damage to the lives of my children that would arise from me being disproportionately punished is something that is not an option for me.

This said, I have to satisfy this burden in a timeline that is essentially unprecedented in order to do what’s best for my little ones, or lose much more than what is remotely warranted for my mistakes.

The sum that I have to pay is substantial, many thousands of dollars beyond what was originally communicated to me. It is the result of questionable adherence to contract terms by a company under whom I am insured (which I am in litigation to dispute), and comes at a time when my assets have been drained significantly due to the unexpected and outright insane events that preceded this incident dating back to the end of last year.

Despite this information, I have an extremely short time frame in which to figuratively produce this sum from my ass, or else be forced to accept another consequence which will result in a catastrophic hardship imposed on my kids, and the ruination of virtually all that I’ve worked my ass off to build in order to provide for them, and to lead, and serve others both in my personal and professional lives.

For some this would be a victory, a chance to say, “I knew he’d screw up”, and an opportunity to direct a course of events that would better serve their agenda.

For the brave, fighting men and women whose rights and livelihoods I fight for professionally, it would eliminate their opportunity to have an advocate to do battle on their behalf who understands their plight, speaks their language, has fucked up like they have, who is fighting the same demons as they are, and who will sooner die than see them suffer or gamble their futures trusting in others that don’t give a shit about them.

So I’m making it known here that I am offering my services, with a level of commitment and gratitude that exceeds anything that I’ve ever put forth before to anyone who wishes to work with me.

On this day, my thirty-seventh birthday, I’m the best version of myself that I have ever been, and possess a necessity-driven hunger unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I am working in the early hours before the kids wake up, and before I head out to deliver the best results I can for the Veterans whom I assist, and working late nights after the kids are asleep to complete and deliver three new, training-related books, (one of which has been delayed and owed to many of you) all of which represent an outpouring of the fire inside of me at this moment, and the desire to overdeliver on the reader’s expectations.

I’m also working to bring back the forum that once flourished on this site by popular demand. Despite urgings from trusted mentors, I’m bringing it back in its original, free of charge format, not implementing a tiered membership structure.

I’m doing everything that I can behind the scenes, behind the screen that separates us, to deliver on my obligations in a timely enough manner to prevent the unnecessary, and spare my kids from the fallout of my mistakes.

I’m fighting for my livelihood, my freedom, and the well-being of those for whom I provide care.

Today I’m laying my shit out here for you to see, at my most vulnerable, and telling you that if you choose to work with me at this time I will deliver 1000% of what I have to offer in assisting you in the pursuit of your goals. I have a lot of value that I can deliver, and I would much rather work with you than ask for a helping hand as anyone who knows me personally will attest.

I’ve heavily discounted all of my Coaching package options, which you can access by clicking the “Let’s Get to Work” banner below, no discount codes needed.

Alternatively, if Coaching isn’t the move for you now, there is an option to donate to the cause that can be accessed by clicking the “Donation” banner at the end of this post should you choose to help out.

Should you choose to donate, I can assure you that your goodwill will forever be paid forward in my mission, and that I will without a doubt go to the end of the earth to assist you should you ever find yourself in need.

I also feel that I have to note that if you are a person that dislikes me for whatever reason, be it personal, political, or otherwise, now is your chance to kick me while I’m down. Should you elect to celebrate in my current situation, or blast me on social media, etc, you won’t really get a better opportunity than this. It would sadden me deeply if that’s what you felt was appropriate, and I would certainly never wish that you would find yourself in a similar situation…..(screwed up thing is I’d probably help you if you were).

That’s where I’m at everyone.

Here’s to another year of life; a new beginning.

I’m down but I’m not out, and rest assured that this hard-to-kill, stubborn, Hunter from The Sky will never quit.

Paratroopers don’t die. I will be on top again.

In the meantime, should you elect to help me climb back up from the ditch I’m in, I will be eternally grateful.

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Thank you, and God bless.


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Seven Characteristics of a Man of Power


This is a short list of some of the characteristics that are shared by what I refer to as “Men of Power”, aka who we should all aspire to be in order to live the most badass, fulfilling lives possible. My upcoming release “Money, Muscle, and Sex: Becoming a Man of Power” will expound on these, and other, topics in greater detail, but for now, here’s a look at some of what separates the men of power from the men of mediocrity.

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Greyskull LP Third Edition is Here!!


The wait is over guys, the third edition is here!!

I worked my ass off on this one, and it is far and away the best GSLP ever released.

AT over 290 pages, it’s more than twice the size of the second edition and is loaded with new information and bonus content.

If you pre-ordered the book, it should be in your mailbox already. If not, get your copy today. Read the rest of this page »


Call of Duty


 “Those who have the privilege to know have the duty to act, and in that action are the seeds of new knowledge”.

The above quote is one of my favorites, and one that has stuck with me for many years.

I was recently reminded of these words during a conversation with a friend about the differences between spending and investing ones time, and between producing and consuming, being a man of value.

This guy has been experiencing some down times in his life over the past two years. He’s a great guy with a great heart, but as of late, like has happened to so many of us, he’s been living a depressed existence, largely devoid of much enjoyment or pride in his actions.

He recently kicked a pretty serious drug habit that had rained down holy terror on his life for some time.

He’d missed out on a few great opportunities for employment due to his addiction, had ruined a great relationship with a wonderful girl, and had largely alienated himself, as so many addicts do, from most of his family.

Despite the fact that he’d racked up a massive victory in overcoming the life stealing compulsion that had taken the reigns in his life for so long, he found himself fixating on the destruction that his choices and actions had caused, and was trudging through his days with little hope or ambition that his future would ever be much more than his present. Read the rest of this page »


Born Again Hard


After yesterday’s post Changing Your Identity I received an awesome email from Marco, a west coast client of mine who I worked with from late 2015 until his business travels resulted in a pause in his Coaching this past November. It was great to hear from him as always, and he reported that he had checked in on the site yesterday for the first time in a while (he’s in a pretty austere location at the moment) after receiving my email. He shared with me some thoughts on his experience over the past year that I thought were outstanding.

I reached out to Marco after his email and asked him for permission to post a portion of his message on here, as I believe that some of you may also enjoy sharing in Marco’s success. Read the rest of this page »


Changing Your Identity


The idea for this post came to me while I was weighing my options as to how I could shake the Cartel assassins that were after me after a massive cocaine deal gone bad. They’d told me that they were “even going to kill the goldfish“, implying that no one around me was safe…

Actually that last part is only partially true, I was actually eating a hoagie from Mike and Emma’s and watching frilled neck lizards run on their hind legs on youtube (gets me every time), and I don’t even own a goldfish (obviously out of fear of the fate that they would succumb to if I were to botch a massive cocaine deal with the Cartel).

In any case the idea of changing your identity is something that I discuss frequently with my Coaching clients. Nine times out of ten we’re speaking figuratively, as will be discussed in this article. If you fall into the more literal camp though don’t worry, JP’s got a couple of Chinamen over on Arch street that can have you up and running with a passport, birth certificate, and library card while you wait for about a buck and a half. Read the rest of this page »


Blacking Out


This post was inspired by a conversation I had with a guy I hadn’t seen since high school the other day, which echoed the sentiments expressed to me by quite a few of my clients in the beginning stages of our work together.

As a favor to a friend I was meeting with another guy about getting him a job with the county. Since I’m always on the go, and love dropping into new places, I chose a meet location close to his current residence, seeing as how he did not drive, a small, once booming dive bar that had changed hands years ago and seemingly had become something of a haven for those living a rather depressing existence. Read the rest of this page »


More Than This…


A few nights ago I stepped into a bar in which I had never been. It was late, the place was open, I had just left a fundraiser dinner, and I was not quite ready to call it a night. Being a social person by nature I enjoy such excursions, particularly in new environments and around new people.

The scene was pretty wild. The crowd was young for the most part, the drinks were stout, and the music was loud.

As is typical in such settings, there were a handful of marginally attractive girls dancing awkwardly and a horde of eager, young men in backwards hats, ill-fitting untucked dress shirts, and sneakers that cost more than their checking account balance hovering about, all looking to earn the privilege of buying one of these irrationally confident princesses a vodka and red bull in hopes of sloppily making out later, and/or potentially taking a trip to planned parenthood in the days to come for a script to clear up the case of chlamydia that they rightfully earned. Read the rest of this page »


Rest in Peace


Death is perhaps the only absolute certainty in the life of any man. It comes for us all, can strike without warning, and from it there is no return.

It’s said that knowledge of our own mortality is what separates us from animals. Some choose to use this knowledge of their ever depreciating time on this earth to motivate their push towards an excellent showing in life, while others painfully squander their precious breaths languishing in a situation that is less than what they are ultimately capable of producing for themselves.

One simple exercise that I use with Coaching clients that I have observed to be immensely powerful in solidifying one’s decision to change is the composition of a eulogy for their former self. Read the rest of this page »


Acta Non Verba


“Actions, not words”.

This simple mantra has helped me tremendously in overcoming my times of hardship, and arguably even more so in those times of abundance when it’s all too easy to get comfortable.

It takes next to no effort to speak of doing something, whether outwardly, vocalizing it to yourself or others, or inwardly via your internal dialogue. Read the rest of this page »