Revival

by Stephen King

Selective memory is one of the chief sins of the old,

First this, then that, hence the other thing.

This was at a little seaside amusement park in North Carolina called Joyland.

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Because the brain doesn’t age, although its ideas about the world may harden and there’s a greater tendency to run off at the mouth about how things were in the good old days. (I was spared that, at least, because most of my so-called good old days had been spent as a full-bore, straight-on-for-Texas drug addict.) I think for most people, life’s deceptive deliriums begin to fall away after fifty.

The three true ages of man are youth, middle age, and how the fuck did I get old so soon?

Home is where they want you to stay longer.