Adam Dukes

We hid 60 Easter eggs. My daughter found 30. My son found 29. Which means… we’re missing one. And NO ONE knows where it is. We tore the house apart—behind cushions, under beds, even checked the freezer (because kids are weird and I don’t trust past me). Still nothing. But here’s the funny part… We’ve […]

Confession time… I’ve been cheating. Not on Amanda. Not on taxes. On the carnivore diet. (Again.) Amanda ran to Target earlier to pick up the Easter candy. I have not been able to keep my paws off (the candy, not her…ok both!) Mini Twix & Reese’s eggs are nearly gone. I’m just snacking away while I

92.3% of people quit before they ever see results. Not because their idea sucked. Not because the market didn’t want it. Not because they weren’t smart enough. But because it got hard. Because the tech felt confusing. Because they felt silly “putting themselves out there.” Because the first few attempts flopped. (or in my case, the

It all started at 7:30 this morning… It started with “just swap funnel builders” (which sounds as innocent as “just one more episode” of Landman at 11:30 pm) I’ve been having tech issues the last 5-6 weeks. I yap about it on social often. My current system — when it’s working — it’s tough to beat. It’s the Ferrari

Back home in Vegas. 30 hours in the car.11 gas station stops.0 arguments over music.And at least 1 too many donuts from the gas station stops. But we made it. My sister is officially an Austinite now. It’s wild how fast it all went. Packing the last few boxes… One final Dunkin run… And boom

I’m writing this from the Austin airport. My sister and I left Jersey early Friday morning, and rolled into Texas last night around 6 PM. Three long days on the road. But it flew by. We laughed. We talked. We bonded. She cried. And we blasted everything from The Doors and Eminem to Angels &

I’m writing this email from the lobby of a hotel in Knoxville, TN. ‘ We were on the road for 12.5 hours. We listened to a lot of Creed, Nickelback and Third Eye Blind. My sister’s going through a breakup, so that music makes sense. $265 in sales yesterday. A slower day, but I scaled

My sister is moving from Jersey to Austin, TX. She needed help, so I flew in yesterday. We hit NYC last night. Literally grabbed the bull by the horns. Today? The road trip begins. 28 hours. 3 days. 2 siblings. Heaps of gas station snacks. This is WHY I do what I do. It’s not

I stopped trying to be clever. I stopped trying to game the algorithm. I jumped on Instagram’s Threads and just… helped. I spent hours answering people’s questions on Threads. No pitch. No funnel. Just service. That was it. I was just a dude driving Uber at night, and answering questions on Threads during the day. Three