I was walking down some tracks by our place early this morning and came to a bridge that I’ve been to quite a few times. I started taking some pictures of the graffiti and whatnot and I saw some movement in the shadows at the top of the bridge. I looked up and there was Rambo.
Rambo: Hey, what you taking pictures for?
Me: My name’s Brent and I’m working on a book about people I meet in the South.
Rambo: I’ll be right down. Let me take a piss. Rambo’s got a story to tell you.
Me: Take your time.
Rambo: In 1996 a bullet came through the living room window and killed my mama dead. I found her. It made my mind different.
My aunt died 10 years ago and you’re looking at the last person in my family. I ain’t got nobody.
Me: That’s tough. How long have you been outdoors?
Rambo: I been in the bat cave about 10 years. That’s 10 years of summers and winters out here. That’s why they call me Rambo, cause I can survive. People ask me. “Rambo, how you make it?” and I say, “with Jesus in your heart, you can survive anything.”