You shave your head and buy a guitar. You walk to the club every thursday afternoon with that guitar straped to your back. You jam for the seven or eight people who are there during the slow time. Once while walking back from a jam a car pulls up. "Hey are you a skin head?", asks the faggy emo looking driver. "Yeah motherfucker!", You boast proudly. The emo head in the back seat raises up a shotgun. You only have time to put your hands up when he blasts a round into your chest. You fly back spraying a arc of yourself into the air. You are dead before hitting the ground, you bastard.
⤓ Shaved my head by the Treehaters.
The End