You stare in the mirror at yourself. Hateful thoughts running rampant through your mind. You go to get up, but the barber pushes you down and says that you aren't finished. He pours some oil in his hands and rubs it all over your head. Soon all you can think is those hateful thoughts. Your head is gleaming from the oil, as you get even bigger and more tattoos and piercings appear. Your identity is clear. You are a skinhead and you hate everybody.