Oh, wow. This guy is really, really creepy. He also said, on tape, "If I found a warm watermelon in a field, hell, I'd give it a name." Again, you have to ask about his childhood. Well, I did. His father died a few months before he was born. According to Esquire Magazine, Horsley's "delirious father spoke to his unborn son from his deathbed."
He also helped the South's drug culture start: "Basically, at that point there was no marijuana market in the Southeast," Horsley told Atlanta magazine recently. "I taught people how to do it and believe me, we did it! I was a player. A main player. Everybody knew me as 'Cowboy Neal.' I sold tons of marijuana."
Hell, I probably smoked some of ol' Cowboy Neal's weed back in my teens in Alabama. Oh, and he was just "helping a friend", Horsley was charged and convicted for possession of three gallons of hashish oil with intent to distribute. Horsley now claims he was merely doing a friend a favor
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. I haven't dug up the others yet, but I know they're out there. Did I mention that he is also credited with coddling murderers of abortion doctors? In 1985 he said, the day would come "when Christians [are] going to be looking down the barrel of a gun shooting abortionists."
I feel sorry for this guy's neighbors. And the mule. And the watermelon (warm). Sheez.