The oil billionaire’s son and his football team chained my son to a pickup and dragged him down a gravel road for a mile, all because he beat him for valedictorian; they called it “a victory lap”; the sheriff showed up, unhooked the chain, and handed it back to them: “you boys might need this again”; my son gave his graduation speech from a hospital bed; they thought i was a farmhand; they didn’t know i spent 17 years as a green beret; i followed them for 3 miles in the woods—what i did to them in the dark…
There is a sound out in the East Texas pine country that most people never think about. It is the hard, hollow rattle a pickup makes when it rolls over …
The oil billionaire’s son and his football team chained my son to a pickup and dragged him down a gravel road for a mile, all because he beat him for valedictorian; they called it “a victory lap”; the sheriff showed up, unhooked the chain, and handed it back to them: “you boys might need this again”; my son gave his graduation speech from a hospital bed; they thought i was a farmhand; they didn’t know i spent 17 years as a green beret; i followed them for 3 miles in the woods—what i did to them in the dark… Read More