Now, our journey takes us into the heart of the gathering. Suited up with all necessary camping gear and clown face paint, I blended in with the Juggalos and proceeded to what the Juggalos called, “the carnie- grounds.” Walking down into a valley filled with nearly 8,000 Juggalos, there was no turning back. Merchants were selling hatchets and katana weaponry near the entry gates and next to them where Juggalos selling assorted liquor. Police officers were scattered through the grounds, but did not seem concerned about any of this. Between a small camper variety drug store and a dilapidated tent lit by skull shaped torches, I set up my tent and developed an itinerary. Nearly finished setting up my tent, one of my tent neighbors approached asking if I needed any help, I thanked her but
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In the center laid a crystal orb conduit held by an eerie decrepit ram’s skull. Through the chorus of satanic mumblings, I opened my eyes to an obscure squint and seen many of the Juggalos smirk and sneak glances at me. I omitted these thoughts as perhaps they were delusions of my paranoid state. Just then, the mumblings trickled down to a whisper as I opened my eyes to find the group’s intense stares upon me. One Juggalo stood up and said to me, “Are you ready to transcend your spirit to the afterlife and transfer a soul back to our world?” I gulped and smiled in disbelief, but before I could answer they had all stood around me and gathered hands. I could not believe what was happening. They chanted in an uncanny harmony “oh great master of the dark carnival, bring us tonight one of your wicked beasts. Tonight we offer you one pure soul in exchange for the soul of…” They paused, I stared in horrific disbelief hanging on to every word as they yelled, “The master of the secret blend of eleven herbs and spices, Colonel
In the center laid a crystal orb conduit held by an eerie decrepit ram’s skull. Through the chorus of satanic mumblings, I opened my eyes to an obscure squint and seen many of the Juggalos smirk and sneak glances at me. I omitted these thoughts as perhaps they were delusions of my paranoid state. Just then, the mumblings trickled down to a whisper as I opened my eyes to find the group’s intense stares upon me. One Juggalo stood up and said to me, “Are you ready to transcend your spirit to the afterlife and transfer a soul back to our world?” I gulped and smiled in disbelief, but before I could answer they had all stood around me and gathered hands. I could not believe what was happening. They chanted in an uncanny harmony “oh great master of the dark carnival, bring us tonight one of your wicked beasts. Tonight we offer you one pure soul in exchange for the soul of…” They paused, I stared in horrific disbelief hanging on to every word as they yelled, “The master of the secret blend of eleven herbs and spices, Colonel