skinhead

I remember experiences of some skinheads back in London. There was this three guys, kind of people go about in groups, as if they had a lot of highly classified information to convey to one another all the time. And one of them bumped into me on the street, very deliberately, shouldered me. Now I’m a rational person. Usually, in that situation, I would think like you, I'll go home, have a cup of tea, and spend half hour think about what I would have done to this person, had his arm been tied up from behind.

The other day I see this skinhead, made me extremely nervous. You don't see them any more, proper ones, old-school skinheads, like Hatch-backs. Where did all those people go, is there an island or somewhere. But I'm talking about the real one, the kind people who make all their major decisions with their neck, having tattoos on his teeth. Make me think, "Jesus Christ, he's gonna hit me just for being alive!" I can't look at but I can't look anywhere else on the street. I hate this kind of situation, it's awful.