I was born on a warm October morning.It was known from
the beginning that I wasn't a normal child.My mouth
was much smaller than normal,my eyebrows grew
together,and my tongue was monsterously long.My mother
noticed that people would stare uncontrolably and gasp
under their breath, so she would shave my eyebrowsand
give me an oversized pacifier with an elastic strap
that went around my head so that it would stay in my
mouth.As I got older it became more difficult to hide
my hidiousness,and the children would laugh at me and
call me names.My elementery school years were filled
with sadness and dispare as the children would put
chewing gum in my hair and pour glue into my
lunchbox.I would come home everyday crying and my
mother told me that one day I would grow up and be
very handsome,and she would give me a hug and a kiss
on my forehead,and we would listen to her old 75 speed
records.The beats and rythim of thew records would
calm my mind.As I entered Jr. highschool and begun
puberty I would stare at the girls with wonderous eyes
and smelled their perfume vapors as they walked
by.Their boyfriends started to notice that my glances
towards their "women" lasted longer than they should
have and began to plot my demise.It started with
simple taunts and rumors of my masculinity,then one
day as I was walking home from school a group of boys
gathered around me with sticks and rocks.I tried to
run but they caught up with me and started to beat
me.Suddenly my screams of pain turned into hysterical
fits of laughter and a voice inside my head echoed"You
are not alone".After the group had finished inflicting
their punishment upon me they looked at me in awe as I
lay on the crimson stained concrete giggling
uncontrolably.from that day on I began searching for
the voice that mentally saved my life.I told my mother
about what had happened and she got out her old
records that onced soothed me,but this time I only
heard a whispering voice say"Search for me".The next
day during school the children noticed the scars on my
face from the beating I had recieved a day earlier and
started saying that they made me look like Bozo The
Clown as my nose was red and swollen.Between classes I
was looking at my feet as I walked and I knocked over
a heavy set girl named Betty.Her purse fell to the
ground and spilled all of its contents on the floor.I
noticed a black lipstick and something made me pick it
up and put it in my pocket.I then ran to the boys
bathroom and looked in the mirror.An uncrontrolable
force conpelled me to apply the lipstick to my
eyebrows.I made them into two huge black curves.I
stared at my small mouth in the mirror and decided to
make it larger with the lipstick.I made it into a huge
smile so that no matter who hurts me in life I will
never give them the satisfaction of seeing my
pain.Upon my red swollen nose i colored a black circle
and put a solid vertical line over each eye.Suddenly
the mysterious voice called out"Juggalo".Then all of
the sudden I blacked out.When I awoke the school was
dark and empty.Written upon the mirror I was gazing
into just hours earlier was the name "POGO" written in
fresh dripping blood.My hands had grown twice their
normal size and a bloody hatchet lay at my feet.I
started to hear familiar voices laughing so I picked
up the hatchet and ran towards the cryptic cackling
only to find seventeen similary painted entities
singing over and over the chorus"We will never die
alone,juggalos will carry on,swing our hatchets if we
must,each and every one of us".And then I felt a
calmness come over me as i started joining in the
harmonious choir.I looked to my left and saw two of
the most beautiful girls that i had ever saw playing
what appeared to be a game of cards.I walked over to
them and looked at the back of their necks and saw the
word "juggalette" carved into them.They asked me if I
wanted to join them and I bellowed out a high pitched
crackly "yes".As I sat down I noticed that were only
six cards,all jokers,each with a different image and
explanation of their meanings.I was takin aback that
these two beautiful goulie girlies actually talked to
me.Finnaly I was excepted as something more than a
freekshow.Suddenly a green mist rose up from the floor
and engulfed everyone in the room.When it subsided all
seventeen of my newly found family were gone but the
happiness and exceptance I had for that brief moment
gave me the courage to face my fears with a smile and
the knowledge that i am never alone....