Meeting with my Dad

I was brought up by my mum, my dad left us when I was young, that was a long time ago. 

I had seen him sometimes, but as I say that was a long time ago when I was much younger. at a young age he was always a domineering he always scarred me, with his tattoos shaved head booted and in skin gear.

My mum died suddenly and my dad came down to see me, he stayed until the funeral, as there was no one else to take look after me, my dad agreed to take me on, 

I moved up north a week after the funeral. when I arrived I was the normal teenager longish hair baggy jeans someone who thought they knew it all.

The first few days went by ok, I settled into my dads home, as I was new up there he stayed in all the time, we got to know each other. He told me at the weekend we would be meeting some of his mates and that I needed to tidy myself up before any son of his were to meet them.

The morning of the meeting he  took me into his room and opened up the wardrobe and took out some bleached jeans, boots and a MA1 jacket, ordered me to put them on. he then brought out a pair of clippers, ordered me to sit in a chair then shaved my head. 

You can see my dad and me, one of his mates took this photo. I can now see why skin gear looks so good on a man.