My Story?" - Pretty Cool!!!
| My Story?" - Pretty Cool!!! |
| But you may not want to read about my life and hard times. After all, I’m a three month old freshcut, just turned 18, high school skinhead. Mike’s the name, and racism is NOT the game. I’m into byrds, cars, and soccer. |
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Yes. I’m a skin. Even though, after cruising the internet skin sites, who the hell knows what a true skin is? Oi Skins, Trad Skins, Red Skins, Rude Skins, Queer Skins, Yellow Skins, Sharp Skins, and White Power Skins. In fact, most of the virtual-reality skinheads seem to be self anointed, self opinionated ego-maniacs. But Oi! It’s okay! Everyone has the right to their views of the cult. But just let me have mine. Get it??? |
| So here it goes. I’m a high school fuck-up. Lousy grades, poor attendance, and a detention room regular. Yet I'm a proud skin. I’ve worked in a car wash for over two years- just like Dirk from the other skin story. Creamed my car, got busted for drinking and smoking- tobacco by the way, and yet I’m a proud skin. And I like the scene, as I see it. Cool music, cool clothes, cool brews, and excellent mates. My crew isn’t big, but we’re tight and have fun with a capital ‘F’. Sorry if this doesn’t fit into your definition of what a skinhead should be, but it fits mine just fine. |
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Three months ago, when I first kicked off my vans for a pair of black, steel-toed, 14-eyelet docs [expensive little mother’s aren’t they], it’s been all up hill. Buzzcuts, braces, 501 Levis, Sta-Pressed, Fred Perrys. Sure, some of the assholes in schools make comments, and one even jacked me in the face at a party, before my crew tore it up. But Oi, that’s life in the big city. [Check out the shiner on my pic]. |
| And in three months as a skin, I found out who my real friends are. They have accepted the "skin me" w/o comments or smart remarks. Only my phony friends made wisecracks and put me down. So the first lesson I learned about being a skinhead is walk tall, be proud, and keep the faith. The second lesson, is screw the weirdoes who just don’t know, don’t want to know, and will never, understand the skin feeling. The third lesson is that everyone thinks they know what color means in our bootlaces and braces. Heavy, but it just ain’t so. And the fourth lesson, which I knew before I became a skin, is that politics and politicians, be they the left or the right, are fucked. Just leave me alone, and let me dig the music, the pride, and my crew. |
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No Meacupas! I like being a skinhead. I even like being a fresh cut, and most of all I feel good about myself as a skin. Plus the music and skanking is pretty cool. Later. -Mike |
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