The man.
The myth.
The legend.
Born on one of the hottest days during the great heat wave of '85 in a quaint little suburb in Perth, Western Australia. Raised in one of the weirdest families known to man, this young prodigy moved almost as much as circus folk. But not quite. After 5 years of fun in the west, he up and moved to the city of churches, Adelaide. But not before his Dad almost killed him trying to brew his own beer.
In Adelaide he attended his first of many religious schools, which would lead to him becoming disenfranchised with organized religion. It was here he also got his first guitar, and his greatest guitar teacher. But just as everything was turning out just the way he hoped, he up and moved to the capital of the sunshine state, Brisbane.
Here he attended yet another religious school, excelled in the study of cricket, swindling, handball, yo-yos and academics. But with 5 guitar teachers quitting within as many months, this young rock star lost all hope and retired his musical ambition to the back of the dusty closet. He graduated school top of his class and moved to an exclusive high school, mainly because it had its own golf course, which was quite badass, being that he had just picked up the sport. But alas, everything went down the shitter and he moved across the Pacific Ocean, across the praire, and stopped on the banks of the muddy Mississippi in quaint little Bettendorf, Iowa.
And here he took off. Now his adopted home, most of his adolescent life was spent in this town. Most of its residents complain about it, but to Allan, it was heaven. (The state's motto is: Is this heaven? No, it's Iowa) Here he blossommed into the young man he is today. He began guitar again, formed a band, made the best friends, and somehow became popular. And in his spare time somehow graduated and moved to...
...The University of Iowa. Majoring in partying, bus driving and a little bit of engineering, this has been ranked as the best year in his short 19 years of life. But once again, just when everything was awesome, he up and moved back to Brisbane.
Now he spends most of his life driving to and from the University of Queensland, where he goes to take naps in his various classes. He is also becoming quite experienced in the field of alcohol, which he spends most of his spare time selling.
Recently he began investigating the ancient art of surfing, which he is told roughly translates to "drowning" in the native dialect. His pursuit of the hobby has somewhat taken a back seat after being dragged out to sea in a rip.
Summer has dawned, and Allan had planned weeks of sitting on the couch watching cricket, drinking beer and forgetting everything about the semester of hell that was. However, things took a turn for the worse when he was offered a full time position doing actual "engineering work." Now he fills his valuable spare time going to as many concerts and sports events as possible. All while retaining his chiseled good features.
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