I May Be A Real Bad Boy,

When I Was A Kid, My Step Dad Started This Business And Would Go Out And Get Lost Cows And Stuff. He Was Part-time Truck Driver, Farmer And Cowboy. He Taught Me How To Ride From An Early Age.

I Grew Up In Louisiana, And I Grew Up With A Dysfunctional Family With Some Very Serious Abuse From My Stepfather, Who Could Be A Very Beautiful Person On One Hand And Be Terrible On The Other, So It Leaves Your Soul Troubled As A Child.

Critics Who Attack My Wife Bug Me. It Makes Me Want To Pay 'em A Visit So I Could Give 'em A Good Punch In The Nose.

Everyone Should Have Their Own Opinion And Be Able To Voice It. No Matter What It Is. Of Course, That Does Not Mean Your Opinion Is Always Right. But, You're Certainly Entitled To Your Opinion.

Most Of The Time I Ask, "why Have I Forsaken God?" I Look At Myself And Ask That Question When Probably The Better Question Is To Say, "where Are You God, And I'll Let You In." Instead Of Thinking That You've Abandoned God, Push Yourself In The Other Direction Like, "god, How Can I Get Closer?"