Mel Fullerton was a grizzly bear of a man—six four, at least two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, ratty beard and mustache, Confederate flag on his baseball cap, pack of Red Man in his jeans pocket. He was also a first-class asshole.
I think it’s a given that a man with a confederate flag on his cap or any clothing, or on his car, is a first-class asshole.
