From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunkered down in my wool coat, watching the neon glow of the theater sign ripple against the slush while the boys down the street won't stop howling *Over There* like they’re already heroes. I caught a snapshot of a headline about those German U-boats refusing safety to our ships, and it’s got the whole block looking as lousy as a rainy Monday. If the world’s really going to blow up, I’d rather be sporting a new modern zipper jacket than waiting for a draft card. I’m tired of hearing the old folks talk; it’s time for some deeds not words before we all end up sinking into the dark.