I wanted to be a bootlegger just like my dad and his dad before him, but I became an armed robber instead. Most days, if I hadn't committed two or three felonies by lunch, it meant that I had overslept. In between robberies, I sold drugs. It was a family business; my kids weighed out my cocaine and bagged my weed. It was a crazy life. I was living in the fast lane taking care of business.

My brother, who was "doing time," told me in a letter how happy he was because of Jesus. He was so happy, he was silly. I thought he had turned gay. After serving his time, he got out and I watched him closely. And you know what? His decision to serve Jesus was not just a jailhouse salvation experience. No sirre, my brother got a dose of the Ghost.

I saw a peace in my brother that I had never seen in anyone before. After a five-day coke run, I wound up at his house wanting this Jesus who changed his life. I was saved that weekend.

That was in 1980. God later called me to be a preacher and since then I've told people around the world what Jesus did for me and will do for them.

Anybody who thinks that serving Jesus means you can't have fun is dead wrong. Today, I go on motorcycle rallies across the country and hang out in bars until 2 a.m. telling people about Christ. I'm having the time of my life telling everybody everywhere that SATAN IS A LOSER and JESUS SAVES!

To make a long story short, "I'm happier than a fly at the dump." Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh!