From the dirt: an introduction to a gritty series.

How are ya? Those that matter call me Luci, and those that don’t — well, they don’t fuggen matter. I guess we start at the start. I had already written and published four stories before a stalker hacked my accounts, sent my mum dick pics from my Snapchat, and is currently trying to send me to jail… anyway.

FROM THE DIRT

Welcome and warning! Here lies a collection of memories and stories from my life, the places I’ve lived, and those close to me. They encompass everything my life has seen — from child abuse to kidnapping, corrupt cops, outlaw motorcycle clubs, murder, and drugs, with everything in between. It is written exactly the way I speak. If you are easily offended, don’t bother. These are memories I wish I didn’t have, but they are also stories that don’t belong to me anymore; they belong to the world that shaped them. Everything here is true. Only names and places may be changed at times; otherwise, I will include news articles to support them.

Born nay evicted from my mum on 26/08/1991 blessed enough that my first point of contact on this plain of exsistnce was the infamous Wild West Kalgoorlie-Boulder — a town whose gold rush filled the pockets of a young country, and whose crime and murder rates still fill the prisons and cemeteries. They say the dirt is red in the Goldfields from all the blood spilt.

2–6=8, 08, 9–1=8, 9–1=8. Yep, my birthday equals 8, 8, 8, 8…… karma. I’ll tell ya right now, I’m still learning that it means instant karmic retribution for MY actions, and not that I am the fist of karma manifested. And trust me when I say karma has kicked my behind like a drunk stepfather.

I’ve lived an insane, almost unbelievable life, and this series will be an autobiography of sorts. It’s written from a “yarn at the pub” point of view — written the way it was and spoken the way I speak. I’m not gonna dress it up just to avoid upsetting some clown I wouldn’t even wanna have a beer with. I mean, you’re here reading about gangs, drugs, multiple murders and pedos So if you’re offended by the word cunt, then just go now and grab another skinny decaf hazelnut latte…ya cunt.

In a nutshell, I’m a certified sociopath, brought on by childhood abuse. I was raped and bashed until I turned ten and finally spoke up. I was cast out by my family and lived on the streets. By eleven, I had woken up to junkies laughing while injecting me in my sleep with methamphetamine. By twelve, I’d watched two heroine junkies overdose and die on the floor of the living room I was staying in. I fled the state and had a manhunt after me before I turned 13, and by 14, I was facing charges of premeditated intent to kill.

I’ve been involved in kidnappings, drug manufacturing, arms dealing, and gold heists. I’ve been shot once, stabbed twice. I’ve been a career standover man, debt collector, trafficker, drug addict, and cybercriminal. I ran a crew that supplied stolen bank accounts to casinos to launder money — you name it, I’ve done it, and done it fairly well. Especially death. My most recent interaction with the Grim Reaper involved my girlfriend taking her own life, leaving me pursued by the police as a murder suspect… for the second time that year, in May 2026. The worst part is, this is the 15th suspicious death I’ve been investigated in close connection to since I was 14. It got to the point where a police officer told me they had suspended a detective who was hellbent on proving I was a serial killer.

If this sounds like the yarns you wanna read, then check in again.

Please note: I don’t condone nor wish to glorify criminality, nor am I proud. I’m a very fractured individual. I have nothing but pain, and I lose everything as soon as I reach a peak. I’ve never been able to maintain relationships, and as of right now, there’s nobody in my life that I’ve known for longer than six months. I don’t wish this life upon anyone, but it’s made me bulletproof. It’s a typical magic lamp situation: no matter how hard me and a lot of others have tried, ya can’t kill me. But everyone around me dies. Immortal loneliness…