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