12th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos, a set on Flickr.
It's been like a week, and I still miss all the Juggalos, Faygo, wrestling and music that happened at the Gathering. People keep asking me how it was, and all I can say is "it was sich."
I watched a guy trap a wasp in a jello shot cup and another guy pit a locust against a red ant inside of a water bottle, some guy squirt Faygo out of a water gun on the Love Train and a lady squirt on stage to win the Miss Juggalette contest. Vanilla Ice hit a 6-foot bong in front of his truest fans, and Charlie Sheen caught a can of Faygo that someone threw at him with only instinct.
Very few things sucked about it. One of them was a path rightfully dubbed "Fuck This Hill." And a water balloon hit my camera, but that's what happens on the Love Train. Those were the only things that sucked.
This festival was the closest you could get to total anarchy and still be comfortable, like a Mach 3 razor but not really.
Everyone was chill and hella DGAF. I really don't understand why the rest of the world can't be as chill as Juggalos.
Everybody seems to be into entrepreneurship and DIY. This dude walked around with a sign that read "Kick in the Balls - $10" and I think it was 3 kicks for $20. Another guy sweated me because he thought I was working for TMZ, but when I told him I wasn't working for anybody, he was all about it. Then this girl told me she'd show me her titties if I had any uppers for her. I didn't, but she showed me anyways.