THE COST OF CONNECTION

Let’s cut to the chase: NEXUS isn’t free, and it never will be. Why? Simple. This group needs fuel to run, I need to eat, and—most importantly—we’re not flinging the doors wide open for just anyone. This isn’t a charity potluck; it’s a curated crew of heavy-hitters, and that comes with a price tag.

I’ll never forget convincing my dad at 14 to snag Daniel Tosh tickets. He tagged along, and it was the only time I’ve seen him laugh so hard I thought he’d need oxygen. Tosh kicked off the show with a gem: “Sorry about the ticket prices—I’d lower them, but I gotta eat. Plus, I learned the hard way any homeless guy can scrape up $100, rush in here, stab me, and ruin everyone’s night—along with all my work.” Classic Tosh, half-joking, fully brilliant. Those tickets? Pricey, sure, but sold out every time. Quality demands a cost.

NEXUS is no different. We’re dividing the six degrees of separation—shrinking that old Karinthy-Milgram chain from six steps to one or two—connecting you to the likes of a David Goggins, someone who’s risked it all and redefined impact. That kind of access, that kind of network? It’s not cheap to build or maintain. We’re not here to coddle the casual; we’re here for the committed—the ones who’ve earned their stripes through grit and authenticity. The price keeps it exclusive, funds the vision, and yeah, keeps me from starving while I pour my life into this. You’re not just paying for a seat; you’re investing in a tighter world of real influence. Worth it? Damn right.