From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m squinting through my new mass-produced Foster Grants, trying to look tough while I practice loopy-loops with my Duncan Yo-Yo. The neon signs on the corner blur into hazy streaks of violet and gold, and I can hear that relentless tune *Singin' in the Rain* by Nacio Herb Brown blaring from a passing car's radio. I’ve got a massive crush on that rebellious cadet who just got kicked out of West Point for love, and honestly, the brass buttons on his uniform are the bee's knees. Dad says the market is still a graveyard, but from where I’m standing, everything just looks like a fast, shimmering dream.