15 years old, and all through high school I would fall asleep while playing my guitar. When I was 14, I changed my name to Buffalo Montana because I took some magic mushrooms, walked into the woods in my home town and got a case of total amnesia. When I finally realized what my name was and spoke it out loud it sounded like fingernails on a blackboard, so I started moaning and groaning looking for the right sound for my name. "Ba fa loooo... Buffalo, I had it. And shortly thereafter I changed my last name to Montana to pay homage to an older black guy named Montana who I met in New York City and who protected me because I was all by myself. Hence, my name in this picture was Buffalo Montana. P.S. My high school teachers didn't like it, but eventually they had no choice but to call me Buffalo because I would never answer to Charles, Chuck or Charlie. My parents, on the other hand were a different story; I gave them a break and they could call me whatever they wanted. - Charles Locke (Govatsos)