From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The radio is howling "In the Year 2525" for the tenth time today, masking the nervous chatter about the draft and that mess with Goodell splitting the party. I ducked into the bakery to escape the humid street noise, but even there, seeing **$0.20** scrawled on the chalkboard for a simple loaf of bread makes my stomach do backflips. Everything feels like it’s stretching thin, even with the boys up on the moon and that total fox in the mini-skirt humming along to the shop's transistor. I just grabbed my rolls and hurried out, the static of the world buzzing way too loud in my ears.