The Screwed-Up Day of Juggalo Jay
By Mudface
~Chapter 1~
Jay woke up only to find that he’d slept late again. Sitting up in his bed still half-asleep, he awkwardly reached for the watch lying on his nearby desk. He glanced down at it – 10:30 am. School had started hours ago. “Fuck it”, he muttered as he out of his bed. Not like it was the first time he’d just stayed home from school. It wasn’t like anybody cared. He walked into the living room and glanced at his drunk Pops sleeping on the couch – when did HE ever care?
Jay walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After wetting his hair, he picked up the bar of soap. A couple of long, thick, strands of black hair stuck to the bar like gorilla glue. “What the hell!” he blurted out, and dropped the soap. Like he was really gonna wash his ass with Pops’ dick hair all over- whatever… He got out of the shower and dried off.
He took a washcloth and wiped off the steam from the mirror, then took a good look at himself. Nothing special about Jay at all, he thought, not one bit. He was just a chubby fat kid with hammy-down clothes, a dead mom, a drunk dad, and not many friends – a true scrub being one way of saying it. And as for his flow with the ladies, shit, what ladies?
Nobody looks at him; to most he was considered that weirdo in the back of the class. Everybody thought he was some kind of psychotic freak just waiting to pull a Columbine on everybody. And then there was Amber; the most beautiful girl in the whole school. He knew she was single, but why the fuck was it so hard to talk to her? She was always hanging with her friends, and it never seemed like it was the right place or time.
Jay had liked Amber for a good while now, but when he’d finally told her his feelings, it was liked she was repulsed. Jay sighed to himself. He wondered what part about him made her reject him, the fact that he was poor nobody, his plain looks, or that she thought he a psycho too.
He tried not to think about it. He left the bathroom and headed back to his room to find something to wear. He opened his closet door and looked inside. Most of his clothes looked similar because they all came from one website – HatchetGear.com, the official merchandise haven of Psychopathic Records. Since the age of 14, Jay had been a huge fan of Insane Clown Posse, Boondox, and everyone else under the label. His personal favorite artist had to be ABK, the infamous Anybody Killa. Like the others on the label, ABK wore face-paint – his in the form of a tribal skull, with a bandana over his forehead. He had Native America roots, with a distinct lisp in his voice. While he wasn’t the most talented rapper on Psychopathic – Twiztid and Blaze probably had the most skill, and ICP had started it all, what with the 6 Jokers Cards and all, ABK’s music had this kind of laid-back feel to it that helped Jay out during his numerous stress-filled occasions.
Jay smiled and thought about his situation. Sometimes, with all the shit he had to put up with, these guys were his only friends. It was like they were his escape from reality, even though it probably didn’t help his own social reputation at his high school. But oh well, that’s something that probably wouldn’t change no matter what he did.
He looked outside his window – it was raining – and turned back to his closet; looks like he’d have to go with a hoodie. He took out a gray hoodie with a picture of The Great Milenko on the front of it. Classic shit right there, he thought. Milenko was the gateway album that led him to becoming a Juggalo in the first place. He could still remember the first time he’d heard House of Horrors. Pulling on the pair of jeans he wore yesterday, Jay grabbed his CD player off his shelf and made his way to the front door. As he opened it, he heard his dad waking up. Making sure he didn’t get caught, he slipped out quickly and quietly shut the door behind him.
Standing on the front porch of his trailer, Jay viewed the scene in front of him – a dystopia of old trailers and broken down campers filled the large lot in front of him. The trailer park had to have been twenty years old, and most of the residents here had been there from day on, home and all. Most of the people were old farts, so it wasn’t like there was anyone around to hang with. Like anyone would want to hang with him. He sat down in the folded-out lawn chair and opened his CD player to see what was inside – Dirty History by ABK – perfect. Jay put his headphones on and skipped to track 11 – the song was called Laugh at You, and it was probably his favorite song on the album. It reminded him of yesterday at school, and what went down then.
Jay was about midway through the song, when suddenly he heard a firing of gunshots, and it was coming from nearby.
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