all my former skindhead friends did rather well for themselves in life, whilst the neighborhood punks/metals got lost somewhere on the way
I'm always amazed how things are different in different places.
Although I would have scoffed at any label placed on me, I had hair down to my a$$ and preferred metal over any other music. Most of the guys I was closest to back them were in metal bands, although I had a cross-section of friends.
It was the metalheads (and athletes) who ended up doing well. The metalheads had a work ethic, drive, and standards-they practiced hours a day to hone their musicianship. Whereas, the other guys were just pissed.
These are the two skinhead formations fighting against each other, with multiple launch rocket systems and thermobaric weapons, instead of bats and brass knuckles
I prefer when they are given bats and brass knuckles. Another indicator that this war will wither be won by no one or won through attrition.