Success and Shenanigans: The Wild, Unfiltered Life of David Zobell According to His Best Friend Bucky

Success and Shenanigans: The Former Wild, Unfiltered Life of David Zobell with Possible hope for New Beginnings, According to His Best Friend Bucky, the Buck-Snort

Howdy folks! Pull up a chair, kick off your boots, and let me spin y’all a yarn about a fella whose life’s been wilder than a longhorn stampede at a fireworks show. Name’s Bucky, and I’ve been tasked by my good friend, partner in mischief and barbecue, David Zobell, to write out the saga of his life. Now, I ain’t one for fancy words, but Dave’s the kind of legend you can’t keep silent about—even if he wishes you would.

Now, before you go judgin’ ol’ Dave, you gotta know: this ain’t no ordinary story of sunshine and parades. Nope, it’s more of a cautionary tale, comic relief, and a cowboy mystery novel all tangled up together like a tumbleweed in a tornado. Dave asked me to do this ‘cause his coach and mentor, Phil Johansen – or as we affectionately call him, the Swami of Swing – swears up and down that sharing your story is the finest fertilizer there is to grow a brand-new online business. I reckon, if spilling your guts worked for him, it might just work for Dave and his new venture, SUCCESS with ZOBELL n' JOHANSEN.

Let me put it plain: Dave Zobell’s luck is so bad, he couldn’t catch a break if it was duct-taped to a free beer. The man’s seen more disaster zones than a FEMA agent on overtime. He’s the only person I know who can start the day headin’ for paradise and wind up lost in the ninth circle of you-know-what by lunchtime.

It all goes back to high school, the time most folks remember as the glory days. Not Dave. His folks tangoed with tragedy in a car wreck, and his old man, once a right-handed legend of gridirons and gym floors, got hit so hard he turned into a part-time jock and full-time grump. Losing use of your right side’ll do that though, especially when you’ve been slam-dunking and body-slamming your whole life like Dave's old Man. But suddenly, Papa Zobell was trading trophies for trouble and passing that storm cloud right on down to the rest of the family.

For the next fifteen years, it rained misfortune like a busted-up water tower. Dave, bless his misdirected heart, gravitated to a band of knuckleheads, sampling everything a good boy ain’t supposed to touch. Booze, reefer, you name it—Dave did it twice. The local judges knew him by name, not reputation, and pretty soon he landed in a place called Rivendell. Sounds magical, don’t it? Tolkien’s elves coulda run this joint, only instead of enchanted forests, you get chain-link fences and counselors hollerin’ till they’re blue in the face.

Funny thing, though—Rivendell turned out to be more of a spirit quest than a detention center. Dave spent three months getting hollered at, learning how not to let life knock out all his teeth. Lessons he took with him long after. For years he was ashamed, but now he’ll tell you that pit stop might’ve been what saved his hide.

Amazingly, in between raising hell and dodging authority, Dave limped across the finish line at Box Elder High and snagged himself a diploma. Then, outta nowhere, like an angel climbed down and whopped him upside the head, Dave found religion. Quit the habits, suited up, and started preaching the Good Word down in San Antonio, Texas. Yes believe it or not Dave actually went on a Mission for 2 years for the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints. If God ever saw a stranger transformation, he ain’t told me about it.

But life, like an ornery bronco, don’t stay calm for long. About the time Dave had things lookin’ up—a decent job, head held high—the economy belly-flopped. Lost his work, burned through the savings, and ended up back at square one, health going south and pride tuckered out. Eventually, the bottle came calling again, and Dave said yes. Only this time, it stuck like cow patties in August.

The next chapter reads rougher than a cactus sandwich: DUI’s, jail cells, a string of one-way tickets to nowhere, and finally—a five-year stint in the big house. I told him a time or two, “Dave, there ain’t no prize at the bottom of this bottle.” But you know how stubborn a Texas steer can be. On top of all that, some quack doc put him on Ambien—right when they shoulda known better—and next thing, Dave’s waking up places he don’t recognize, with stories so wild not even his cellmates believed him. You see Ambien will make you black out if you take to much of it at once, or of course, if you drink alcohol while on the subscription at all. They were taking this stuff off the shelves but Dave's Doctor prescribed it to him anyway for some reason. I just got to laugh, Daves luck is just beyond me sometimes.

Now, I can’t tell ya the details on them prison charges ‘cause Dave gets twitchier than a rabbit in a hawk’s shadow whenever they come up. Let’s just say, blame the combo platter of booze and Ambien, and leave it at that. He hasn’t touched a drop in over a decade, and that’s a fact. Turns out those years behind bars, as rough as they were, helped him get clear. He sobered up, made a pact with himself for good, and came out more solid than a fence post in granite.

Problem is, the world don’t forgive and forget very easy. With a record like his, even the friendliest places won’t hire him to mop floors. That’s where Phil—bless his entrepreneurial soul—stepped in, showing Dave that sometimes you gotta make your own road when the map runs out. Affiliate marketing, online business, building something from the ashes—now, that’s a story worth hearing.

So here we are, friends. Dave’s busted up, beaten down, but still standing taller than a beanpole in May. Him and Phil, well, what you see is what you get: honest, loyal, and tougher than gristle steak. All he’s asking for these days is a fighting chance. Hear him out, give him a go, and you’ll find there’s gold in them hills—if you don’t mind a little dirt on your boots first.

Hello folks this is David Zobell Himself, I'd like to thank Buck-Snort for writing such a masterpiece. I tried and tried to write this myself but every time I tried I ended up depressed and In tears because it is such a sad story. I figured the only way to make it sound half descent was to add humor. Yet I had no idea how to do that with such a sad depressing tale. Believe me when Phil asked us to write this I didn't want to because my lifes been nothing but shambles it seems, but look at Phil, he to was struggling with several demons of his own and still managed to go from $20,000 in debt to makeing grand total $27,000,000 a year in just 3 years. I'm sure he knows what he's talking about we he says he has "the Secrets to Success." I couldn't write this myself and keep it from making someone want to commit suicide, from depression. So I jotted down a bunch of ideas and took them to the only friend I seem to have these days, good ol' Buck-Snort (Bucky the redneck cowboy) and he wrote it, and I feel like he did a fantastic job. that's all you really have to do if you to seem to struggle with a feat like this.

I do hope you enjoyed it because unfortunately it's all true, I honestly wish I would have made better decisions in my younger days, but I did it a also paid the consequences, and this is what life has delt me, the only thing I can do is take the bull by the horns and make the best of it. Iwill also I could make this sad tale sound better but this was the best I could do. I do hope you won't hold nothing against me I promise you I'm just a Former Misfiit who is now just a guy trying to make an honest living. I am honestly trying to make an honest living here but its been a struggle because I have so many things working against me.

I chose to go with Phil because he is the one I had the most in common with, and he does everything he says he's going to do, those aren't empty promises his is promoting, he really does what he says, unlike some others unfortunately. He hasn't once tried to cheat me out of anything and provides all the information you need in his training videos and in person if you need help. I can see why he is so SUCCESSFUL and that's the reason I chose to call this Business SUCCESS with ZOBELL & JOHANSEN. He is definitely one of the Highest of the High Achievers I've met this far and I assume for good reason that's why he calls his most close affiliates "the High Achievers Network." I do hope to someday to obtain the SUCCESS he's managed to Achieve, even just a little bit if that all I can get, but its been a struggle and still is unfortunately. Some people just don't want to work with you even though you promise the world to them. I hope you will forgive my past transgressions and give me a second chance I am just a former misfit trying to make an honest living despite my former transgressions and promise, like Phil Johansen, I will be there for you every step of the way if you give me chance.

To all you Former Misfits, and Anyone Else, who are also trying to find a way to make it big in this world, but don't know how. There is a way and I can help you find it, just like Phil has, if you will give me a chance. Just go to one of the 2 buttons on this website, fill out the forms and follow the instructions to sign up and I can show you the way. I promise you, Despite my past transgressions, I will be there every step of the way for you because I want everyone to have a chance at SUCCESS, just like Phil Johansen.