After being being born at a very early age, Luke was raised by a pack of wild rats round the back of a fish 'n chips joint on Musgrave Road, deep in the slumburbs of Durban.
Forced to live off discarded calamari, stray dogs and the occasional toddler he was able to pramsnatch, Luke struggled to survive a difficult childhood. He earned a little money doing oddjobs such as washing hands at the abattoir and making feet for children's shoes, but more often than not he went to bed with nothing but a dose of flatulence in his rumbling tummy.
However, Luke was always the kind of fella to smell the potpourri in a fart factory, and he became a stronger man through such adversity. He soon rose to become a successful rap artist, and later, President of the Entire World...
... But tragically, the fame, riches, booze and bitches sent this young man on a downward spiral and soon he found himself once again destitute and eking out a living as a pathetic and despised graphic designer.
Respected by none, hated by all, feared by some...
... underground, underpaid and undernourished...
... prone to random tantrums, epileptic epiphanies and completely irrational bursts of brilliance...
... Welcome to Luke's brain. It's made out of plasticine.
