This is what it's like to get old: you still feel 19, except your knees hurt...

Why do people feel things and go places, tell me if you know.

There was nothing the matter with me that was not also the matter with everyone else. I was not as interesting as I thought I was. My major problem, inadequate or inappropriate love from my parents, was as common as dirt. And one rainy day, all the boring poignancy of these realizations detonated in me like an atom bomb, burning the dead shadow of each former torment or preoccupation onto solid rock. Those silhouettes, that record would remain: the museum where I used to be.

This is what it's like to get old: you still feel 19, except your knees hurt...