http://badsandwichchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/send-in-clownstheyre-already-here.html
I do believe that this fine gentleman gets whatever sick, fucking twisted, horrible things have been going through my head. Maybe not. Maybe he’s writing at my expense so that anyone who follows him will in turn also have the opportunity to write about/laugh at the sad bastard on tour with ICP, which is awesome. Check it out.
I’m 3 days in to my real life, or the life I once knew. I’m still numb, but I am regaining feeling …I think.
I’m trying to get back into the habit of actually shaking people’s hands instead of giving them the fist for the pound because I refuse to touch them. In the Juggalo world, totally acceptable, but now I just feel like a fucking douche bag.
Oh, and thank you for your kind words. Be good to each other.
I’m sitting at the San Antonio Airport at 5:30am, about to depart from what has been the most bizarre 2 & 1/2 months of my life (not including puberty) and the only thing running through my mind is: how do I ask the awkward looking gentleman sitting across from me with a bald spot and cheap wedding ring what his thoughts are on the McDonalds breakfast he is currently shoveling down his throat. I can only imagine we wouldn’t agree.
I think I hate him and his shitty fucking orange juice.
I have one show left on this tour. I’m leaving the tour 3 weeks early to work for band that isn’t that into Faygo. 10 weeks of Juggalo love is enough for me, thank you very much.
When I look back at the last 10 weeks of my life it’s hard to admit to myself that everything I remember actually happened. Just to put it in perspective for you: The amount of time that I have been protecting myself from (over-generalization) over weight, drug infused, uneducated, mindless, brainwashed, closed minded, soda soaked clowns with the shittiest make-up that I could possibly imagine is just short of the amount of time that it would take for you to complete one semester of photography class at your mid-level art school.
I have written in a journal nearly every day of this tour, and I’ve recently been going through to reflect on my overall mood day to day and what I’ve actually gotten out of this tour. I’m somewhat disappointed in myself. I’m normally not what I would call a negative person and looking back on things I wrote in September and October, and even the last few weeks, I let the people at these shows effect my mood much more than I would have liked. I’m tempted to go through and rewrite everything with a clear head, the point of that, I’m not quite sure.
To be honest, I don’t really know what I got out of this. To make a long winded explanation short; I’m thankful, for everything.
I will be publishing my journals in one form or another. More than likely, and most simply in blog form, because I can’t imagine something like this would actually sell in book form. I have plenty of pictures and stories to fill you all in on. Stay tuned, please.
I appreciate those of you that take the time to read about my completely fucked up situation, and even those of you who could care less. Be good to each other.
Love,
Dustin
dustinderosier@me.com
Just like any other interview with ICP, this interview really gives you an insight into just how dumb these people really are.
I also disagree with almost everything that Violent J has to say about Juggalos: “Juggalos are music lovers with big imaginations. …Juggalos have bigger brains.”
um… no.
Juggalos like to follow our bus down the highway, honking and yelling. I hate this more than anything.
Juggalette: Give me a hug, I’m showing love to everyone tonight! Woop woop!
Me: Uhh.. That’s okay.
Juggalette: What?! Why can’t I hug you? I got love for the FAM-UH-LY!
Me: I don’t want face paint on my shirt.
Juggalette: Arent you a Juggalo?
Me: No.
Juggalette: Fuck you then!
Me: Seriously? What happened to love?
Juggalette: You’re a faggot ass bitch! Why are you even here?
Me: This is my job.
Juggalette: Fuck your job, faggot! If you ain’t family get the fuck out!
Me: Wow.
For those of you who are curious what a Insane Clown Posse show is like:
Imagine a trailer park block party on Halloween.
I’m 9 weeks into this cluster fuck and I have 7 days left.
I’m curious what kind of man I will come out of this as. Have I picked up some Juggalo tendencies that I’m not aware of? I mean, I do know the words to approximately 1 hour and 20 minutes worth of ICP songs. To admit that fact alone is enough to drive a man to end it all. I still have all of my teeth however, that’s a plus.
I’ve learned a lot. Mostly about stuff I never cared to actually know, but nonetheless I’ve learned a lot. Things such as: people making out with face paint on is fucking disgusting. Faygo can fuck off. ICP actually makes 6XL shirts… and they sell… well.
None of you will ever know what I know. You can talk shit on Juggalos, and ICP, and whatever. The truth is that this life-style is completely unexplainable, impenetrable, and not to mention undesired by any person in their right mind. I’ve been exposed to this for 9 weeks now and still have no fucking clue what the fuck is happening here.
Is it interesting? Extremely. Is it worth finding out about? Fuck no.
7 days. 7 days. 7 days.
