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Josh “Gutter” Vivona was a loyal brother, a wild soul, and a ride-or-die road dog who showed up when it mattered. He had a heart bigger than his pain, made everyone feel like family, and left behind a legend that won’t ever fade. Loved by all, forgotten by none.
Josh “Gutter” Vivona had his jaw wired shut when I first met him—he broke it stepping in to stop a man from beating a woman in San Francisco. I found him outside Taco Bell in Santa Cruz with pliers, trying to undo the wires just to eat. That was Gutter—tough, selfless, and real. The last time we spoke, was when I had to kick him out of my house a year to the day before he passed away ,I told him the only way to make it right was to get clean and make me proud. He got clean for a year then he relapsed.That was the last time I heard his voice.
What I miss most about Gutter is that infectious smile and his wild, contagious laugh. No matter how hard the world was on him, he still cared more about everyone else. He was always cracking jokes, bringing light to dark days, and staying a true clown—ride-or-die Juggalo till the very end. He made people feel seen, even when he felt invisible.
When I die, show no pity, send my soul to Juggalo city.
Dig my grave six feet deep, put two matches by my feet.
Put two hatchets on my chest, tell my homies I did my best.