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‘Bad luck doesn’t have any chinks in it,’ he said with deep bitterness. ‘I was born a son of a bitch and I’m going to die a son of a bitch.’
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

What was the best year of your life? The best six month stretch. The best day.

I would choose from July 2007 to June 2008, every time. Maybe that’s a good thing, or maybe it’s a sad statement about my perspective on things. I do know that I’ve never felt better, never felt more optimistic than I did at that time. Then, it seemed, things were going to be alright.

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