Going door to door from 3 until 12 or so, joy for me was when my mom let me get a happy meal from McDonalds. But we were so pisspoor that most of the time I only got a hamburger and a water. Boo hoo.
As a teenager, joy was experienced when I drew little comment bubbles in the front of my song book and made King David sing the verses to a Beck song or Snoop Dogg on the harp.
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