By
the time he reached Mile End the train was packed solid with teenagers going to
the concert. He felt safer. His was a face that did not conflict with those
around him. He had distinguishing characteristics and so did the others. Plus,
of course, the fact that countless thousands would attend this special show. It
wasn’t every day that youth demanded its tribute to the revolution against
society’s strict codes on pot and LSD and free love. This was the protest to
crush all opposed to youth’s right to call the tune. He was tooled but not in
anticipation of bovver from hippies, Hell’s Angels or any other youth cult. He
was tooled because, naturally, this was a Saturday. No real skinhead ever
ventured forth on a Saturday without his trusty weapon. None!

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