The last thing I remember was that I had been to a church event with my girl friend we had had a good night, I walked her home giving her a kiss on the cheek, she did not believe in sex before marriage. I respected her wishes on that. Anyways as I said I remember walking home, it was around mid night, I was crossing the road when a van came out of nowhere and knocked me over and bundled me into the back of the van. 

I am not sure how long I have been in this bed,  the odd thing is the first time I have come out of the coma that I was in all the staff seem to be men, and not men in nursing uniforms, but men in Skinhead gear, with tattoos down there arms and on their faces. 

Again I am not sure how long it had been, I was drifting in and out of consciousness and again It was skinheads looking after me. 

The next time I came round, I was sitting up and in front of me was a television screen with headphones on my head, I had a line of something in my arm. on the screen I could see pictures of skinhead, booted and in bleachers, I heard talking through the headphones telling me that I was a skinhead, I had always been a skinhead. That I longed to be with my Skinhead Brothers and it was my place to serve the Skinhead race, Sex is helping out a skinhead brother and I could feel myself getting aroused. 

Then pictures appear of me with my best Bruv Colin, it shows me squatting next to him, I am booted and have tattoos down both arm and on my forehead.

My old life totally forgotten, in fact I don’t even remember the name of the girl, but why would I? I’m and mans man now and have always been that way.