When I was in my teens I heard there was a gang of skinheads about my age forming up, so I went to check them out.
It was basically just 3 fat fucks with shaved heads, expensive Dr. Martens boots and a bunch of pin badges on their clothes. We had a few drinks and after they explained what SHARPS are I was so pissed off and disappointed that I just shook my head, got up and left in silence.
Their little "gang" didn't last a month, I've heard adult skinheads found them and had a chat with them.
Haha! Hell yeah - rabblerousing the locals.
I met a sharp once also, relative story, fat fuck with no shame.
Fast forward a few years I found myself kicking it with the local Aryan Nation .. shit got real.
Don't miss that particular type of life, but I miss the camaraderie of it.
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