Nothing like a question like this to make you semi-suspicious, especially in jail, so Gary asked, “Like what?”
“A gangsta cobra.”
“A gangster cobra?”
“NO.” The man was very emphatic that he requested a gangsta cobra, not a gangster cobra.
When Gary told me about it on the phone that night, I couldn’t help laughing, then asked, “What exactly does a gangster cobra look like?”
Gary quickly corrected me: “GANGSTA.” Then he told me that the man had described a cobra with huge muscles on its arms, and…
“Cobras don’t have arms,” I pointed out.
Gary said he had told the man this startling fact, but he was rewarded for his wildlife educational tidbit with a blank and disbelieving glower. So, arms it was! Two of them!
With brass knuckles, biceps, bling, and attitude.
All in all, I believe Gary captured the gangsta cobra very well, considering it was a topic of many jokes as he was working on it. (The image here is kind of yucky because it was copied, then scanned.) I posted it on his blog and assured him it would garner him worldwide fame…or at least a few chuckles.
*Photo courtesy, of course, of Gary’s Greetings*