Billie Bob Jones
Benedito spoke on the phone as he drove us through the busy streets of Houston in his black Bentley Continental GT. In front of us were three black large SUV's and behind us as well that served to be his security.
I wondered why he just never drove with his security but he seemed to be the type to enjoy controlling his own environment. He had been speaking in what sounded like French ever since we climbed into the car.
Being in his car and his world for the past hour just proved how different he and I were. I thought I was good at helping Clyde run the ranch but seeing Benedito switch from language to language, being in his office and seeing all he has achieved was mind-blowing.
I did not desire to have cars worth millions or anything close to that, but I did wish I had his mind. He was able to break anything down that even a baby understood it and that amazed me.
