Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Acid Kings

Acid is so 2001...

Nowadays LSD is not very popular, and its totally out of style!
One must venture deep in the circles of the hippy underworld to acquire said chemicals, and quality control is not what it used to be...
But rewind about five years, and acid was bigger that Ricky Martin.It was everywhere, and it was good. A dose could be had for no more than five very american dollars and it might come on a sugarcube, mint, oreo, or in straight liquid. Even your mom was frying balls, and you didnt know it. Children with massive pupils romed the streets creating havoc in an acid fueled delerium! It was great, then it was gone.

The interesting thing about the disappearance of this notorious chemical was how suddenly it happened. It wasn't a gradual tapering of interest, it was an immediate unavailability. When drugs dissapear this fast it can mean but one thing my little scumbags... Someone really huge got bus-ted! Yes indeed; In November 2000 Wiliam Leonard Pickard, 60, and Clyde Apperson, 47, got popped with an acid lab in the back of their U-HAUL. Doesn't sound too big time? They were moving it from their missile silo in Kansas.

The DEA called it the biggest acid bust in history. They claimed in a press release that they had found 90 pounds of LSD, and that Pickard and Apperson were producing 2 pounds every five weeks. Now by two pounds we mean two pounds of pure crystal LSD, not two pounds of liquid. Just so you can get an idea, thats about 40 million hits. So if they had 90 pounds of crystal LSD, then that should be about two billion hits. Sound a little crazy? It is.

The DEA exaggerated just a little bit. They hadnt found 90 pounds of crystal LSD, they had found 90 pounds of equipment containing LSD or traces of it. They are notorious for things like that. When seized cannabis plants are weighed, even the weight of soil stuck to the roots is included. When the DEA also pointed out the Pickard and Apperson had been involved in three of only four busts of a complete acid lab in history, Pickard got life and Apperson got thirty years.

So how much acid did these dudes really have? About a half pound of pure crystal. Ten million hits, about enough to dose either the entire nation of Cuba, or everyone in the county of L.A. In fact, in the two years following the arrest, acid-related arrests and emergency room visits declined by 95%. It would probably be safe to say that if you ate acid in the U.S. in the 90's, it probably came from these guys. So what does the future hold for this endangered chemical? How will future generations render themselves clinically insane? No one can say for sure. But where there's a will, theres always a way.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Haiku

I see a dead bird
looks like it got run over
better luck next time

Thursday, July 20, 2006

DEEP CUTS

JUNKIES BEWARE!

Do you know whats in YOUR dope?

Traditionally, heroin has been cut with tasty ingredients like sugar, starch, powdered sugar and quinine. But thats all pussy shit.

There has been a recent and ample string of deaths caused by a new batch of "bad dope." If you're a pharmaceutical opiate junky, then Fentanyl is your white china. It comes in lollypops that taste like fucking candy, and transdermal patches. It will have you puking for three days -- puking through a big shitfaced smile. The shit makes oxys look like fucking skittles, and now its being made in makeshift labs and cut into the downtown brown.

Dopefiends have been dropping like flies lately. You or your family could be next.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

New Flix.


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Originally uploaded by LA Scumbag.
Well, about 3yrs old. But never seen by most.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

I Need Another Drink

The other day Smear and I were out and about pissing on shit and we decide to take a break. We needed a beer and I wanted to get out of the fucking heat. The closest place to do that was this bar that we already had an “incident” with. We figured those fucks probably forgot about the incident, so we headed in.

What happen was Smear tagged up the bathroom real good because they kept ripping his stickers off the wall (his stickers were put in the wrong spot by a local (the soon to be editor of this blog) that he gave one too, which caused them to get ripped). Like the asshole that I am I instigated it by letting Smear know they were out to get his shit. As he got drunker his tags got bigger. From what I heard he tagged the whole fucking wall and wrote, “Buff this asshole.” The security from the place got real mad and was trying to figure out who we were the whole time we were at the bar. Well this stupid fuck had some type of brain and ended up doing some research on the net. He found where our next destination was going to be. Lesson one - don’t burn yourself on the net. Revealing locations is bad news.

This drunken Irish fuck shows up to where we are hanging and is acting like he is going to fight us. Well he saw that Smear was a typical looking asshole, than he saw me and the other asshole and realized he would not be able to throw his weight around with us. He did think about it a couple times, but each time he did we moved into his personal space to make him feel uncomfortable. Negotiations went on, and the fuck showed some respect and we apologized and all the bullshit. That all happen, but me being the vindictive fuck that I am, kept it in the back of my mind.

We walk into the bar and it is packed with fake ass hipsters watching the World Cup. Service is slow and we want a beer. It is also hot in there because the place is packed with smelly unoriginal I want to be cool in Hollywood hipsters. Who the fuck watches soccer anyway. Fuck soccer!

Smear starts to feel uncomfortable, and says let's go get a tall can and drink in an alley. I really didn't want to because I like getting in funny situations – fuck it let’s hit the alley. We get up to leave and I notice the check with a tip is chilling right there. I open it up and see a ten spot. I opened that shit up, and took it. As we left the barkeep say's thanks for coming, I say thanks and we are off. We get outside walk up to the liquor store, grab 4 tall cans then head to an alley. We post up, I drink 1 tall can really fast then start on the second one. Smear complains that I drink to fast, and starts to lecture me a little. It was kind of cute.

fuck drugs.


Drug Free Zone in Berkeley
Originally uploaded by SubiYurek.
i'm over them. for the most part that is.

In the last two months there hasn't been a period of over 3 days where I didn't do any drugs. mostly cocaine, a lot of mdma, some acid, hippie crack, morphine, some heroin and any pharmaceutical drugs that made it my way.

so this is day four. well the beginning of five now and i'm fucking tripping harder than on any of the drugs. I have a weird withdrawals because there wasn't any specific drug that I stuck to, so between 9pm and 1am I start feeling really weird. very lightheaded almost as if I smoked a cigarette for the first time. I hope the passes some time soon, or I might just end up saying fuck it and doing drugs again.

I want to at least go a week without anything except the good green stuff. it's been fucking hard and that's kinda starting to scare me that I can't live a week of my life without doing any drugs. that means i'm addicted right. what the fuck does it mean.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

SMEAR SAYS,"FUCK YOU!!"

So get this,A few nights ago me Branded and Serch where doing out regular scumbag dirt around town,you know,the usual,writing on stuff (lots n lots of stuff) drinking 32 ouchers of Miller High Life,after all it is the 'champgne of beers',as we casualy stroll through alleys n side streets and the main streets as well.Pissing in corners and seeing and being part of the strange nightlife that makes up Los Angeles after dark......Just another good night with good company.After a few hours Serch goes hoe with his brother n me n Brand continue on our drunken journey down Sunset heading East towards the belly of the beast itsself:Hollywood,my home town,the Kingdom of the weird.After a number of interesting interactions with the local and visiting inhabitants of these enchanted streets,we found ourselves in that part of hollywood that I dont really like to venture around in due to the fact that its heavily patroled by cops and security personel of all stripes and graffiti has a shelf life of about 3 hours because of the yellow t-shirt clad HBT:hollywood beautification team,a community service program that i've spent many hours with,buffing the graff of friends and lovers along with litarealy sweeping the gutters(not a fun activity).The reason why this part of Hollywood is so looked after is political in nature,basically there are alot of studios and post production houses in the area(santa monica to fountan,and vine to about la brea) with alot of money and alot of clout and there are a number of compeating contractors that 'bid' their services to keep the area relativly safe and clean,ergo the "Media bid" is the banner that HBT and those green t-shirt,bike riding rats on wheels wanne be cops run under.
But at the time I was pretty drunk and didnt give two shits about the area I was smashin' in.Then things took a turn for the worse when Branded(also drunk) pulled out a marker n procceded to catch a tag on a stop sign that read RHT,which was suposed to read RTH, as we where having a chuckle over this graff err,some guys jump out of a crown vic. and say something official sounding and Brand takes off on his skateboard heading North bound.I turn casualy and attempt to walk South,but the guy says wait right there n says something into his walki talkie,the guy looked like a undercover cop alright,kinda short n stocky,latino,with a superman t-shrit on and the uc cop ball cap and jeans.So i'm like fuck! I ask,"What for? I wasnt doing shit!"Whick I wasnt at the time.He responds very copish like,"Because you where tagging,we have you on video writing on a post office down the block."(which I never wrote on for the record) He then asked me what I had in my bag.To this I said,"I dont consent to a serch."Then I thought for a few seconds I was like,"Something is not adding up here."In my head.I aked him,"Why havnt you showed me your badge or identified yourself as a cop?"At a pained looked imedietly spread over his ugly face.I instantly smerked and said,"You arnt a cop are you?" My demenore instantly changing in body language facial expression and most noticably my tone of voice. "You aint you cop you fucking BITCH! FUCK you nigga get the fuck away from me!"I turn to walk away and he follows and says,"Hold it,wait right there!" I get all up in this niggas face n say,"What mothafucker,what you gonna do bitch?You cant do shit punk!Touch me faggot n i'll bomb on your fake ass bitch!You aint no cop!" He was alone so he backed off n just stood there as I began to laff turn n run across the street all the while yelling all kinds of obsenities back at him and flickick him off as I disapeared into the darkness of the sidestreet.I ran up a block n a half took all the markers,spraypaint and stickers out of my bag n pockets in a quick rush,n stashed them under a green tarp at a construction site then walked down the street checking myself to make sure that I did not have on my person anything with the infamous word SMEAR writen across it.I didnt,releif,I was in the clear now,even if the real pigs showed up they couldnt do shit to me.I resumed my casual style of walk which im know for as a another crown viv (a black one) with all the police style bells n whistles on it,the side floodlight,the big antena etc,pulls in front of me and the guy jumps out again with 2 other dudes,they tell me to get against the fench I tell them to,"Fuck off or suck my cock,its your choice!" they get closer,say something into their talkie,I curse at them some more then they grab me and I struggle with them the whole while pushing them back againt the fence,cursing,laffing,telling them they have no right to toch me cause they aint cops,telling them that im so gonna sue them for this (which I kinda still want to) I eased up a bit in a more mellow struggle to conserve energy,as they began to tell me bullshit fantasy stories that they could detaine me,citizens arrest n all that garbage,Then I asked,"For what faggots?"They kinda just looked at each other.I pulled a cig out of my jacket pocket put it in my mouth and tryed to reach im my other pocket to get a light,but the guys holding me wouldnt allow it,so again I said,"Cocksuckers!Let me like my cig!" At this the fat Armenian guy says,"Thats not a cigarette bro."I look at him with pure hate n tell him,"You never seen a rolly before you stupid Armo?"He felt the sting of that personal attack,you could see it on his face,he never said a word after that.They where calling a squad car on their gay lil walkies,I started my physical struggle again just to be an asshole,and then one of them says,"We cant take him in,we didnt bring any cuffs.Lets just let him go."
they let me go,I walk away n light my smoke,one of them says,"Get out of here,your lucky We dont kick your ass!" I turn n say,"Lets go!It isnt gonna be the first time ive gotten my assed kicked or the last!"(there was 3 of them of course they would of beat my ass but they would of remembered getting down with me,thats for sure!) They just stood there,so I turned back around n walked away as they said dumb shit like,"Get away from gangs."Which again make me look over at them with the,"Are you fucking stupid?"Look on my face as I puffed on my cig and put up both my middle fingers and said,"Fuck gangs!"(I look like alot of things but a gang member is not one of them).....again walking away one says,"Go write on your moms pussy."Gave him an angry glare.I could tell in their eyes that they where bitches.I walked all the way home about a 20,30 min walk.I stopped at this chicks pad,banged on her window,startled,sleepy, spanish speaking voices strart asking qestions,I try to start to try n explain myself but my mind wasnt in the mood so I just lumbered away.I get home n Branded is asleep on my front porch................

Monday, July 03, 2006

Reverse racism......

THIS IS TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MEXiiCANS dont just kiss, we make out.MEXiiCANS dont just fore play, we fuck!MEXiiCANS dont relax, we chill.MEXiiCANS dont dance, perreamos.MEXiiCANS dont talk bad, we talk shit.MEXiiCANS lips arent just hot, their the lips you wish you could kiss.MEXiiCANS dont do it, we do it Suavecito.MEXiiCANS are the people you could ALWAy`z trust.MEXiiCANS are the best REGGAET0N dancers ;)MEXiiCANS arent nice, we the shit.MEXiiCANS arent just friends, we are fuck buddies.MEXiiCANS arent cool, we are a toda madres!MEXiiCANS are sexy!MEXiiCANS are blessed when they are born because now were proud to tell everybody that we are MEXiiCAN!MEXiiCANS are...there isnt enough words that could explain how and who MEXiCANS are.People envy us because they know we are better!!!!No nationality is more BANGiN then MEXiiCAN!!!!!!!!&& EVERyB0Dy L0VE`z US BECAUSE WE ARE UNiQUE iN THE BEST WAy`z THAT THERE C0ULD BE!!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE MEXiiCANS && S0 FUCKiiN PR0UD 0F iiT !!!!!***Send this to all the mexicans you know (even to the mexicans who gave this to you) so people will know that were proud of being MEXiiCANS

This is some stupid shit that I stumbled upon online,draw your own conclusions.

A conversation i had.

Friend: but she did bring a friend who was cute but they left all of a sudden
yea both were hot
her friend had nice tits and i was like so how old are you and shes like 16 .....

LA Scumbag: hahahahahahahahah
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
SCUMBAGO!@#

Friend: dude i would have boned her in a ho second if i had the chance
half second i mean
lol ho is better tho

Lack of Posting.

I am getting a team of mega scumbags together to write for the site, we also got an editor so people could understand what smear writes.

Starting July 10th we will have a different scumbag post everyday of the week. I will have introductions for all the writers later this week.