I was out on my own, needed a few paints after a stressful week at work, I walked into a bar, the barman asked me what I wanted, so I asked for a pint of the special. he started to talk to me, he asked me why was so stressed, I told him, I had had a long week and to top it all off My girlfriend had dumped me in the week. 

One pint went to another, then another. I was getting pretty drunk at this point, but I could hear the bar man say, not to worry, it will soon be a past memory.. 

I started to make my way home staggering down the street, when a van pulled up and 2 men grabbed hold of me and pushed me into ta van. they were wearing so sort of shiny material.

I find myself strapped in a chair with the same sort of material covering my body… the headphones and the blindfold is telling me that my past life is over and I am becoming a rubber drone.

yes I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is  to serve. 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve. 

I am a rubber drone, my duties is to serve. 

Hitch Hike

Hitch Hike 

I had been out with my mate. during the evening, we had a big argument and he stormed off. 

Since he was driving, he left me in a town where I did not know anyone. it was getting late so I started to walk and hitch hike my way home. I had been walking for some time, when a man in a van stopped and offered me a lift, I told him I was heading home, and he said he was going my way. I hopped into the van. 

I got in the van and introduced myself, I’m Richard I told him.  Stan introduced himself he was in some dirty work gear which was filthy. His van was packed with tools, oil and and from the looks of it more dirty work gear. It was easy just listening to his voice, it made me feel calm it was sort of hypnotic . He started by asking why I was out on a dark night, and I told him about what had happened earlier. He then started asking about my life: I felt so calm, I was telling him everything about myself. I lived on my own since my family had died in a road accident. I was the only one left that was some time ago, but I had started my life again had a small council flat that I called home now. 

The more I talked, the less I could remember about myself., until there was nothing left in my memories about my past life. I just sat there while he drove on and on. all the time he was passing me cigarettes which I smoked.

As we were going onto site the next morning Dad  woke me up “raise and shine” Jason, he passed me a lite cigarette which I smoked while I helped him unload the van with our tools. The side of the van, had “Williams and son” on it. I always made me proud to see that, I’ve looked up to him and wanted to work with him since I was a lad and even more so now my mum died, it was just the 2 of us now. 

I was dressed as usual in my dirty work gear just like my old man.  

I had been with my mates playing football in the park, it was getting late and the sun was already setting. The game finished and they went one way and I went the other as I needed to go into town to get a gift for my girlfriend as I was seeing later that day. 

As I walked out of the park, I walked past some back to back houses it was a short cut to the town centre. the warmth of the sun disappeared, it started to feel really cold round me. the wind stopped and everything became silent. 

A shimmering form started to appear in front of me, I was a little scared and tried to move around it,  I moved to my right and the form moved to my right, I turned round to go the other way and the form appeared in front of me, I was doing my best to get out of its way. but I was frozen in place. 

The form started to gain details, his upper half of it’s body had a black polo shirt tucked into what looked like bleached jeans, with braces hanging down, on his feet looked like tall boots. 

It started to speak, it was not clear to start with, but I did seem to recognize the accent, it started to get clearer, it was then that I recognized the voice, Yes it was that gay skinhead that me and my mates had gay bashed a few months, back, we really did a good job on him, his face blood red, we kicked and kicked  you see I fuckin hate poofters, there not real men like us. After we finished with him we ran off. He was in hospital for a long time and then moved back to his home town. I do remember reading somewhere in a newspapers that he had had died of his injuries. 

I was still frozen in place when the ghost, as that all I could think of him now came closer and closer to me, he started to merge with me I could feel his body taking over mine, my thoughts were changing. My past life changing, all the women I had slept with the ones who had my children my present girlfriend fading being replaced with all the men I had slept with the guys I have fucked, I was getting all of his memories, my cock getting hard of all the men that I would be fucking and abusing.

With the last of my own thoughts I heard him say to me, that I was becoming what I hated so much in the world, that I was becoming him, I would have years ahead of me enjoying cock. 

I could move again, I was on my own in the the back alley. Yes I was on the hunt, I am a proud Gay Skinhead and I knew who my next targets are going to be. 

I will get My revenge.