You’re Not Broken. You’re Just Too Damn Wild for the Funnel Farms.
The Hot Dog Cart is NOT a Newsletter. It’s an Escape Hatch.
If you read that like a wanted poster and got scared, I was talking about YOU…
Welcome home, ya big ol’ weirdo.
You want the flamethrower or the torch?
I already packed the dogs + margaritas.
I want to help you burn the capitalist BS to the ground so you can wear the crown of feral, creative weirdo loudly + proudly, and make a damn good living because of it.
The Hot Dog Cart is my line in the sand.
It’s NOT a gimmick.
It’s NOT a quirky brand.
It’s NOT (just) a vibe.
It’s a fucking declaration of war on the hollow, toxic, fake AF passive income promises, 6-figure flexes, and funnels with arms.
Just so we’re all on the same unhinged page:
This is not a newsletter. This is a middle finger-laced liberation with a YOU-shaped escape hatch.
Come as you are, leave as the version of you who never bought the course.
Your “Hot Dog Cart” Era is about rewilding yourself.
Out loud. In public. In full technicolor feralness.
🌭 Making your own rules.
🌭 Doing whatever the hell YOU want, however the hell YOU want.
🌭 Building a life that doesn’t require you to sacrifice your health or happiness, or monetize every last drip of your joy.
Not giving a cold, hard fuck if that makes the internet clutch their funnels and whisper, “But that’s not scalable…”
GOOD!
Let yourself be unscalable. Let yourself be unruly. Let yourself be undeniably, irreverently YOU.
There’s no blueprint here. No secrets. No upsells. No free toaster giveaways.
Just grease-stained napkins, raw joy, and a firm belief that making money shouldn’t feel like duct-taping your soul to a sales funnel or slave driver.
This is a place for the weirdos, the rule-breakers, the tired geniuses who are DONE sacrificing their human needs in the name of professionalism.
We’re not optimizing our personalities.
We’re not A/B testing our humanity.
We’re burning shit to the ground and roasting weenies over the ashes.
If you feel like a capitalist chew toy or find yourself in funnel-shaped hostage situations that you’d rather ride a bucking bronco in a barbed wire wearable blanket than be in… it’s time to start the healing process.
You don’t need to be fixed! You just need to rewild yourself.
It’s time to usher in a new mustard-covered era that revolves around YOU.
Grab a dog.
Plant your flag.
And let’s build the weird little world you actually want to live in.
This Is Where the UNdoing, UNlearning, and UNfollowing Begins.
You don’t need a PDF. You need a fucking mirror.
A sharp, unflinching, bullshit-shattering reflection of the YOU that’s still alive under all the rules, obligations, and soul-silencing Hunger Games you’ve been forced to play.
My UNbrand DNA TestTM is a nervous system friendly, soul-unbearing first step in your healing process.
You don’t need fixing. You need remembering.
Liberation doesn’t scale without real support.
If you’ve felt cracked open, seen, called back to yourself by this cart-sized act of rebellion… consider upgrading to paid.
Not for perks. For impact.
So I can keep handing out mustard-stained mirrors + pouring rocket fuel into this liberation engine for weirdos like us.
If you can’t right now? Keep reading. Keep raging. Steal the ketchup. I won’t stop you. You’re still family!
