Shit day? Another traffic fine in the post? Run out of filter coffee and had to have instant? Jerk cut you off in traffic? Fucker steal your favorite parking spot at gym? That loud nasal bitch radio DJ seem to be playing Paris Hilton's song on repeat? Your boss catch you jacking off in the work toilets? She didn't have the decency to give a helping hand? Come home to a realise you locked the maid out? Power cut during CSI? Ugly neighbour had a screaming threesome allnighter that kept you awake?
Okay so you had a crap 24hours. Tomorrow must be better! Hell, your future must look brighter right? Imagine if you future looked utterly crap...
Meet Luke McAllister. (stage directions: enter 6 foot 90 kg rugby god of maori desent)
Luke is possibly the most talented young rugby player around with the potential to be huge. Problem: Um...Daniel Carter. McAllister's future is very simple and it involves a lot of wood. Ruebens Barrichello had to play ferrarri second fiddle to Michael Schumacher but he drove. Imagine waking up everyday knowing you are good enough but you were born too early. That sucks.
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