“There were two things my dad loved: pulling pranks, and fucking with VICE reporters. He’d always send Vice reporters information that the KKK was holding a rally at a local Safeway and just laugh and laugh when they showed up and found nothing more than a sale on Triscuits. But the Juggalo myth was his magnum opus,” said daughter Kristi Davidson-Carillo. “This joke took on a life of its own — all of a sudden, there were ‘I saw a Juggalo’ shirts and ‘Juggalo Country’ bumper stickers being sold at every tourist trap in central California.”