A Handicapped Cowboy's Story

Life's unfolded in such an unbelievable and downright bloody way that I reckoned I'd spin a tale ok? Now, have you ever watched a police show on TV, or caught a movie that had you wonder "Hey, there really can't be folks out there like that. Folks don't do those things.

Shoot! Some beer bellied, pipe-smoking author or screen writer dreamed them up. Ain't no real live hoods, or crooks like that, is there?

Well, amigo, I grew up in Texas, around folks who rode, roped and branded, understand? I got away from that in my teens and began stealing cars and burglarizing homes and small businesses. I ended up in various Texas city and county jails, even pulled a quarter of a year behind bars for one offense.

I never served any "hard time" but I had amigos who did, so I walked the walk and talked the talk and no one messed with me.

Then I had a drunken car wreck, broke my neck (a hangman's break). I spent five and a half months in a coma and the Lord God messed with me.

So here I am and here's my story.

Gary Lee Berry