My mama was a coyote and my daddy was the ace of spades. I was born in the back of a ‘56 Chevy pickup that was running moonshine from New Mexico to Texas. As a baby I was so tough I used a cactus for a rattle and a live snake for a diaper. As a young boy, I attached a lawnmower engine to my trike and headed down south of the border to fight rebels for the government. I returned to the U.S. as a teen where I spit live bullets at the carnival for a living. After winging the fat lady with an errant shot, I began my career in radio. Wes and I teamed up in Austin and Wes lured me to the Hub City back in 1993. Thanks for listening, rock on….