
Hey Pinkies, Joy here. Remember the other week, when I was all “Bring it on!” with regard to everything that was afoot in my life? Well, I invited it, it came, and now I have no idea what the hell to do with it all.
I always thought my father was simple. Not in the mentally-handicapped kind of way, but definitely not complicated like me. Sure, we had things in common. Like me, he went to medical school, completed a residency, and practiced as a physician, so I certainly didn’t consider him unintelligent.