It’s never easy losing someone, especially losing someone so young and so close. Earlier this week as some of you probably already know, a young juggalo by the name of Damian Huber or “Pookie” to most, lost his life in an act of senseless violence when two individuals broke into a house and shot him in his chest. As of this writing, those men have been arrested and charged. It does not bring Pookie back, but it as small victory in serving Justice to them.
Krenshaw reached out to me from the 618 Ninja Clan, and asked if there was a way Pookie could be remembered. I told him absolutely!! And that he should get together with all the homies, and write up a memorial for their fallen brother. Below, you will find that memorial along with some photos of Pookie.
Our deepest condolences from everyone here at juggalo News to the family and friends of Pookie. I know you’re missed deeply brother, and I know you’re looking out for the juggalo homies from up above… Whoop whoop Pookie! And we’ll see you one day, in Shangri-La
From The 618 Lost Ninja Clan:
He got shot! AH!! The murder was heinous!
Damian Huber (aka Pookie) was hit, that was it, Flash!! He was gone!Just a 24 year old Juggalo, belonging to the 618 Lost Ninja Clan, who was robbed of his life from a senseless gunshot wound to the chest. Even though he was born into a rough life, he was destined to ride and nothing could stop him! He was OUR Lost Ninja! Finding his way into the crew that became his family for the last 10-15 years. Pookie was really starting to find his way through life and through the girls. “Probably fucking yo bitch”! Attending 8 Gatherings, sharing his smile, laugh and beautiful soul with all who loved him. He was the homie with the best hugs! Those hugs may not have always smelled the best, but that never really mattered because they were Pookie hugs. And Pookie hugs wrapped your soul in Juggalo Love!! He spent everyday of his life living for his crew. Pookie would make sure his people were good….sending out random “check in” texts or popping up with his jug of water, smiling face and handing out enough love to last us days! I know if the 618 had one last chance with Pookie, we’d tell him we will miss him till the day we die. We’d tell him the bond that we have is strong enough to carry on. We’re glad Casper was there to greet you! We get a little peace from knowing we have both of you watching over our family. Driving those wagons to one day greet us and guide us into Shanghai-la as each of our time’s come.If Pookie had one last chance to speak to his crew I know he’d say, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you on the other side. Roll me up N smoke me when I die. Don’t you cry, everybody just get high!”Pookie was and always will be a Psychopathic Soilder! The 618 will never be the same without our Lil Brother. The one that was quick to stick up for what was right and who was ALWAYS down to ryde. We will forever keep your soul alive throughout the Juggalo World. Born a Ryda, who went out like a Ryda!! Fly high & Rest In Paradise Pookie!! Wicked Clowns will NEVER die!!
