Years ago a drifter came into the record store and stayed for a while, its not me by the way. His name was Carl Youngblood. This guy had long tight perm curly hair which he would always pull through the back of his Under Armer hat and a porn mustache. We would always work in the shop together. You knew right off the bat this guy had stories. "So my other ex-wife was studying witchcraft." We were running around downtown delivering something to the bus station. I was driving and he was talking about leaving pills at Elvis' statue. We crossed a few homeless guys and I said "You think we can win in a fight against them?" He answered "I might be wirey but I am quick." I replied "Quick like a cat! Carl The Cat Youngblood.!" He turned to me and said "Uh uh, Cobra. That was my nickname in the fights." I asked him what fights? He launches into a story that went like this. . .
Cobra- Back in late 90s, I was living in Biloxi, Mississippi. No job, feeding my addition to pain killers. So to earn money for drugs and other things (I think he is implying sex) I would go behind a rundown RadioShack and fight other people.
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Cobra- Well there were two Carls there and I didn't like that. After one fight some guy called me Cobra because I could strike at any minute. Thus Cobra.
I never called that man Carl Youngblood ever again. Everyone in the shop and customers knew him as Cobra. Other Cobra stories- Borrowing Money, Arrested, Halloween Date, & Aquababe. I should post these stories at some point.
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