“I try on the absurdly skinny threadbare designer jeans and almost begin to sob when I can button them. I have come full circle. Or maybe I’m the snake that perpetually eats itself, but here’s what I mean: I no longer have my life stretched before me, where anything is possible. I am facing joint replacement, mental decline, the shriveling, wilting decay of old age. But I face it wearing the exact same jeans I wore when I was seventeen and felt electricity flash and slide along my skin, when I burned inside to make something of myself, something big, something loud and powerful and strong, something you couldn’t look away from or ignore.”
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Augusten Burroughs,
Toil & Trouble: A Memoir