Photos of Allen

Well, here's my photo gallery. Different photos in no set order. Click on an image to see a larger view of it.
Here I am at 6. King Of The World, Ma! That's my brother Hank (Henry).	Here I am in High School being interviewed by the school paper. I had to move to Florida in my senior year.	And here's me and my little Fiona.	Here is one of my promo shots, when I was doing magic full time while in college.	A photo I was forced to take by my ex-wife. She had already put the money in and then decided she didn't want to do it.
Ah, high schools days. Not sure why this photo was taken. Or why I kept it.	Here's another promo shot	One of my senior photos.	Here I am in my high school dance class. I got a lot of kidding from the football team, notice I'm the only guy in there.	Here's shot of me playing a Russian spy, dressed as my sister, the world champion tractor thrower.
This was my best friend Jack, back in WV. His name was Jack Jones, and so one day, he had it changed to Jack Smith. We traveled and preformed all over the state of WV, as the God Squad. You can read some of the stuff we did in the "My Writings".	Ah, the family photo. This is the only photo I've ever seen of all of us together. My father was a sick psychopath, and a very mean drunk. He got me a new bike for my 8th birthday, and then throw cherry bombs at me, just to see how fast I could pedal the bike.	Here we are on the porch at the farm. Is that my father's son or what. I look like I should be in some movie like "The Bad Seed" This is Hank, me and Wanda. I'm guessing a cousin or something. I can just hear the banjos now.	While visiting some dead relatives, we came across this headstone and my mom thought what a hoot it would be to take this photo. Thanks mom, nothing like reminding a little kid that he's going to die someday.	Here's a promo shot for the improvisation group, On The Edge, it's not just a name, it's a lifestyle. BTW, I've gotten lightweight frames now.
Here I am at this Christmas past.	And again, six months later, I'm slowly losing weight, about 1-2 pounds a week. (most weeks)	Once again, the devil's child riding the devil's tricycle. That's Hank in the background reading comics.	Another shot of the dance class. This was still in West Virginia. At Weir Senior High.	Hank was wanting to "help" me blow out the candles because I was taking too long!
A photo of Mom and I. Not sure of the year.	Me in a quiet moment. Hank must have been somewhere else.	Here I am, just a babe. 6 months old.	Here's the car wreak when I was 12. I was sitting right where the car hit.	If it hadn't been for a pillow between me and the door, I wouldn't be writing this.
And here I am again, the only guy in the dance class.