Back when I was 18 years old I went to “Fuck Up School”…
I didn’t intentionally go.
And for a while, I didn’t even realise that I was enrolled in classes.
See back then I was meandering and lost…
All I knew for sure was that I liked ice hockey and I was alright at it.
So I packed my bags and headed to the nation of ice – Canada.
To keep a roof over my head I needed a job.
And in walks Brad Johnson and his concrete crew.
…aka the other pupils of Fuck Up School.
Amongst this crew of reprobates?
Rick, a recovering addict who enjoyed substances more than he enjoyed having front teeth.
Alan, another lost teen who had gone ‘out west’ to grow up.
And the twins (Blake & Blaine,) who liked to party hard and steal stuff on this side.
All of us were corralled by the boss, and former jailbird himself, Mr. Brad Johnson.
Hard work, country music, and life lessons were the order of the day in Fuck Up School.
Up at the ass-crack of dawn…
Driving an ancient dodge van with a bullet hole in the side…
Pouring concrete pool decks all over British Columbia.
And as we worked Brad drip, drip, dripped his life lessons on us.
(Whether you wanted to hear it or not.)
And via osmosis, eventually, the lessons went in.
Could he save us all? ‘Course not.
But he did me.
He is the reason I got my shit together.
He is the reason I build something of my own, despite my family not supporting it.
And he is the reason I know the words to every Johnny Cash song going.
So this week, I urge you to get a ‘Brad Johnson” in your corner.
Getting yourself around men who will steer you down the right path…
…Whether you always like what they say or not.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.