Floydie, was what the kids called him, he wasn’t a big guy, in fact he was small for his age and tended to stutter a little, he wasn’t attractive to the young girls in the neighborhood, in fact Floydie was a little effeminate. But Floydie had a dream; he wanted to be a famous New York City hair stylist. While the other kids were playing cowboys and Indians, Floydie was trimming his Barbie’s hair and giving them bikini waxes. But for Floydie, his dream was not to be. A war was brewing in a far away country you may remember as Viet Nam . Floydie was recruited as a deep cover hit man, and he was the best. He single handedly held off three platoons of Viet Cong at the same time, with nothing but a Swiss army knife with everything broken but those little scissors. He was shot in the hands which made him semi limp wristed and it got him sent back state side where there, he recieved two purple hearts. One for each limp hand. When Floydie arrived in New York City to open his salon he soon realized that most men in the salon business had the same limp wrist problem he had. But things went from bad to worse, he found that he couldn’t hold the scissors properly and butchered a young and rising rock stars hair beyond repair, you might remember him as… Rod…. Stewart….., so he was run out of town. He did odd jobs as he could find them, he tried ultimate fighting but was just too tough, he couldn’t find fights, he was a body guard for Phil Spector but soon found out that Phil could take care of himself. Floydie finally set up shop in a small Carolina town cutting hair for the local men and positioning him as the clearing house for local town gossip, Yes Floydie had finally found his calling as..FFLO, FFLOYD………. FLOYD THE BARBER, of Mayberry fame, and now you know, the best of the story.

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