I ran into this good old boy redneck truck driving pulpwooder, while I was staying at a fleabag motel in South Georgia. Bobby was at the convenience store next door my room and I gave him my card. Next thing I know we are filming.
This is one scrappy little guy. For a man over 60, he can hold his own with the young ones. Hes become a friend and sometimes lover, and will make you feel like a million dollars. Hell also bullshit you, whenever he gets the opportunity.