Finding Joy

<p>My name is Joy Joy Chappell. Over the top I know but my Mom wanted me to sound all innocent. And maybe I was in my own way.</p><p>Can a car stealing pot smoking LSD tripping chick be innocent? I thought so.</p><p>Even though it was always on my mind. It the thing we never talked about. It that Mom hid with Cover Girl and I lied to my friends about. It making me dream that someday the light of hippie sun would shine down as we danced barefoot in meadows.</p><p>Naïve I know. But when you're a kid you see the world through your own eyes. And when you're high to boot everything is tinged with a soft mist like an out of focus camera and you trust people thinking they just want to give you a ride.</p><p>Even with It I never knew people were truly ugly until that night. I really thought the face inside was just a mask one I could melt away with my Kodachrome soul. But I was wrong. And by the time I figured it out it was too late.</p><p>I was seventeen and I was about to die.</p>