Fuck ay, where to kick it off...should be easy seeing as ive done this 15 times now ha.
This will be written how I speak, I'm not gonna watch my language, I mean c'mon your here reading about murders and pedos so if your gonna rage about the word cunt then fark off and get another skinny calf latte... yah cunt. No sugar coating subject matter or putting on some bullshit fake personality as to not upset some sensitive woke clown I wouldn't even want to have a beer with.
This is it. Raw as a dirty needle and hot enough to melt a junkies spoon.
WHO AM I?
I guess if I knew the answer to that I'd have my shit sorted by now. Well in the most blatant way this is me..
How ya garn, those that matter call me luci and those that dont matter, dont matter.
I'm a 32 year old Aussie bloke definitely not a college prodigy like the rest of the writers appear to be but fuck it that's what puts me in my own league. Between my experiences, family, local history and that of those close to me I can promise you without a doubt I will take you for a ride..and I can and will support the majority of these stories with news articles and contact information..call my mum mate she would probably flog ya.
I was evicted from my mum in 1991 and blessed enough that my first point of contact with this plain of exsistance was the infamous wild west KALGOORLIE-BOULDER Western Australia. The land where the dirt is red from spilt blood . For all you non Aussies I do intend on doing a "history to current" of the town but in a nutshell. Its a goldmining town synonymous nayrampant since its conception with murders, corrupt cop's, drugs, motorcycle gangs, race wars and riots. To put it in perspective at it's peak she held around 30 thousand people in the middle of nowhere fuck she got it's own police tv show about it haha.
At that time our local MC the gypsy jokers where at the ora banda, a local pub on the outskirts of town and boys being boys caused a bit of mischief nothing out of the ordinary. Well the bloke that owned that pub just happened to be don Hancock THE retired police commander who used to run the Perth CIB yeah the big fella. Long story short a few hours later the boys are parked up in the bush on the old race track for the night smashing back a couple tins by the fire.
(https://thewest.com.au/news/crime/gypsy-jokers-don-hancock-murder-mayhem-and-a-suburban-car-bombing-what-happened-at-the-ora-banda-inn-ng-b881203595z)
"about 7.45pm, a sniper's bullet rang out across the Ora Banda racetrack, striking the campfire where the bikies were sitting. Minutes later, a second bullet thudded into Mr Grierson's back, killing the 39-year-old within seconds"
Sitting beside him among the crew was Graeme "Slim" Slater. Slater was a top bloke who lived on the block behind our place, i was just a pup back then but my brother and his son where close mates so i saw a bit of him but keep his name in yah mind.. anyway Wasnt long before that pub was burnt to the ground and mr top cop don hancock followed suit as he climbed into his car rigged with enough explosives to make the taliban horny, one neighbour slept through the bang and said he woke up and thought he could smell bbq haha couple pork chops mate?!.... story for another time tho because thats one hell of a rabbit hole but thats my origin,thats where i was born and raised and here's the end result.
I'm a retired outlaw bikey, tattoo artist, gold exploration driller, sexual assualt survivor, I've done over a year locked in a mental hospital, I've been to jail, spent 3 years minimum homeless, watched 2 people overdose and die on heroine in my lounge room, woke up to two 35+ yr old crackheads injecting me with meth before i was 14 years old. my 5th criminal charge was premeditated intent to kill at 13 years old, ive had 3 neighbours murdered on separate occasions, ive found 2 random dead bodies and have been close to a further 7 deaths, I've had a school mates face dustes off with a shotgun then chopped up with machetes and dumped in bins over $50 worth of weed, was involved in my first deprivation of liberty case before 15, I've been a drug addict since 12 and alcohol fuck in my world we don't even give alcohol a mention, I've been a drug dealer, gun runner
Standover man, armed robber, car theif, done aggravated burglaries, home invasions, copped explosive charges, prohibited weapons, fuck me ive still got a standing firearm prohibition act on my name meaning police can raid any property I'm at without needing a judges approval, Ive had a crime taskforce assembled for me ive done and been alot of thing's all on a mission to oneday have that family i never got as a kid...fucking sook ay haha .
Now I have a wife and two beautiful daughters, I'm in charge of over 4 million worth of drill rig and everything involved in it. I'm a twice awarded emergency first responder only having one casualty to my belt (and no fuckwit not my fault, that prick was dead as soon as hefell into the walls of the tank ), I'm a bit of spokesperson for men's and teens mental health and carry a lot of the boys at work through their mid swing break downs, I'm a practising spiritual Satanist and somewhat of a pillar in my community. Proud anti church advocate and I was once requested to represent a large Australian political party. HOWEVER I'm a fucking realist and am full aware I'm not out of the woods. One fuck up and she's all gone again...and I will fuck up.
This will be written how I speak, I'm not gonna watch my language, I mean c'mon your here reading about murders and pedos so if your gonna rage about the word cunt then fark off and get another skinny calf latte... yah cunt. No sugar coating subject matter or putting on some bullshit fake personality as to not upset some sensitive woke clown I wouldn't even want to have a beer with.
This is it. Raw as a dirty needle and hot enough to melt a junkies spoon.
WHO AM I?
I guess if I knew the answer to that I'd have my shit sorted by now. Well in the most blatant way this is me..
How ya garn, those that matter call me luci and those that dont matter, dont matter.
I'm a 32 year old Aussie bloke definitely not a college prodigy like the rest of the writers appear to be but fuck it that's what puts me in my own league. Between my experiences, family, local history and that of those close to me I can promise you without a doubt I will take you for a ride..and I can and will support the majority of these stories with news articles and contact information..call my mum mate she would probably flog ya.
I was evicted from my mum in 1991 and blessed enough that my first point of contact with this plain of exsistance was the infamous wild west KALGOORLIE-BOULDER Western Australia. The land where the dirt is red from spilt blood . For all you non Aussies I do intend on doing a "history to current" of the town but in a nutshell. Its a goldmining town synonymous nayrampant since its conception with murders, corrupt cop's, drugs, motorcycle gangs, race wars and riots. To put it in perspective at it's peak she held around 30 thousand people in the middle of nowhere fuck she got it's own police tv show about it haha.
At that time our local MC the gypsy jokers where at the ora banda, a local pub on the outskirts of town and boys being boys caused a bit of mischief nothing out of the ordinary. Well the bloke that owned that pub just happened to be don Hancock THE retired police commander who used to run the Perth CIB yeah the big fella. Long story short a few hours later the boys are parked up in the bush on the old race track for the night smashing back a couple tins by the fire.
(https://thewest.com.au/news/crime/gypsy-jokers-don-hancock-murder-mayhem-and-a-suburban-car-bombing-what-happened-at-the-ora-banda-inn-ng-b881203595z)
"about 7.45pm, a sniper's bullet rang out across the Ora Banda racetrack, striking the campfire where the bikies were sitting. Minutes later, a second bullet thudded into Mr Grierson's back, killing the 39-year-old within seconds"
Sitting beside him among the crew was Graeme "Slim" Slater. Slater was a top bloke who lived on the block behind our place, i was just a pup back then but my brother and his son where close mates so i saw a bit of him but keep his name in yah mind.. anyway Wasnt long before that pub was burnt to the ground and mr top cop don hancock followed suit as he climbed into his car rigged with enough explosives to make the taliban horny, one neighbour slept through the bang and said he woke up and thought he could smell bbq haha couple pork chops mate?!.... story for another time tho because thats one hell of a rabbit hole but thats my origin,thats where i was born and raised and here's the end result.
I'm a retired outlaw bikey, tattoo artist, gold exploration driller, sexual assualt survivor, I've done over a year locked in a mental hospital, I've been to jail, spent 3 years minimum homeless, watched 2 people overdose and die on heroine in my lounge room, woke up to two 35+ yr old crackheads injecting me with meth before i was 14 years old. my 5th criminal charge was premeditated intent to kill at 13 years old, ive had 3 neighbours murdered on separate occasions, ive found 2 random dead bodies and have been close to a further 7 deaths, I've had a school mates face dustes off with a shotgun then chopped up with machetes and dumped in bins over $50 worth of weed, was involved in my first deprivation of liberty case before 15, I've been a drug addict since 12 and alcohol fuck in my world we don't even give alcohol a mention, I've been a drug dealer, gun runner
Standover man, armed robber, car theif, done aggravated burglaries, home invasions, copped explosive charges, prohibited weapons, fuck me ive still got a standing firearm prohibition act on my name meaning police can raid any property I'm at without needing a judges approval, Ive had a crime taskforce assembled for me ive done and been alot of thing's all on a mission to oneday have that family i never got as a kid...fucking sook ay haha .
Now I have a wife and two beautiful daughters, I'm in charge of over 4 million worth of drill rig and everything involved in it. I'm a twice awarded emergency first responder only having one casualty to my belt (and no fuckwit not my fault, that prick was dead as soon as hefell into the walls of the tank ), I'm a bit of spokesperson for men's and teens mental health and carry a lot of the boys at work through their mid swing break downs, I'm a practising spiritual Satanist and somewhat of a pillar in my community. Proud anti church advocate and I was once requested to represent a large Australian political party. HOWEVER I'm a fucking realist and am full aware I'm not out of the woods. One fuck up and she's all gone again...and I will fuck up.
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