From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m leaning against the wood-paneled side of my dad’s station wagon, squinting at the neon Sunoco sign as the digits flip to a brutal **$1.19**. It’s totally bogus that a gallon costs this much when I’m just trying to cruise to the arcade, my feathered hair blowing back and my denim vest stiff against my neck. REO Speedwagon is blaring "Keep On Loving You" through the fuzzy speakers, which is actually kind of awesome despite how cheesy my sister thinks it is. I adjust my aviators, watching the sunlight glint off a rack of He-Man figures in the station window while the headlines on the newspaper stand murmur about hospital strikes and shadows I’d rather ignore.