Born to an Islam-crazed Iranian refugee with a Masters in Mechanical Engineering from the Islamic Revolution and a naive, short-sighted, narrow-minded, 5th-generation Australian Mining Engineer on the same year the Disintegration album came out from The Cure, then named by desperate Mormons in Kalgoorlie before being shipped off around WA during my childhood, I spent the entirety of the early years being bullied by people dumber than me and my teenage years being in a perpetual headlock with someone crazier than me.
This lead to periods of depression, mania, self-conceit, naivety, independence, overindulgent self-reflection, premature maturity, a sense of elitism, a lack of self-control combined with supreeeeeeeme problem solving skills, and finally, CREATIVITY.
And so, I decided to go into an engineering degree. And do craft.
My god, I'm full of it.