“Awww put your clothes back on, faggot!” A handful of skinheads swirled around the pit, shielding their eyes from my nakedness. For some reason we were playing in Aberdeen, Washington. The promoter was a chubby kid with a floppy green Mohawk named Phil. Phil seemed to have mild Down’s syndrome and he spoke with a stutter. “Ther…ther… ther…are no real skinheads in America. The… the only real skinheads are in England.” The Aberdeen skinhead crew didn’t take kindly to Phil’s […]