If you found this page you probably already know. But since you're here, let me tell you my totally true story.
Like most people in the web industry, I was raised by ninjas. Running up walls, throwing stars, flinging myself over compound walls off palm trees. Then I left Ninja Island for Beverly Hills to help some people that needed it.
My clan got betrayed and totally wiped out. So I left Beverly Hills and got revenge. And while that was great, I had no idea what to do next.
Seemed like a good idea at the time. I became a commando, did all the classified stuff they make movies about, then got dishonourably discharged for punching out a pencil pusher who tried to send my men on a suicide mission.
I fought for a good cause (moneyyyy). But it was a bit extreme, and lots of fights were at night. Decided to take a quieter approach to life.
Some weirdos told me I was the chosen one, handed me this epic pill, and I got chased by blokes in black suits. Yeah I noped out of that and moved to Australia to make websites (which is where I still am).
Like most people in the web industry, I was raised by ninjas. Running up walls, throwing stars, flinging myself over compound walls off palm trees. Then I left Ninja Island for Beverly Hills to help some people that needed it.
Okay, here's the real story. I've worked a lot of jobs: accountant, sales, management, consulting, web design. Now I run Creative Click, a microagency, and do my best to help other solopreneurs stop sounding like everyone else.