From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The heavy static of my boombox finally clears into that hypnotic, bubbling bassline as Debbie Harry starts rapping about the man from Mars; honestly, hearing "Rapture" dominate the airwaves while I’m loitering outside the new housing construction site is just totally righteous. The screech of circular saws and the thud of hammers almost drown out my headphones, but I’m too busy trying to ignore my dad complaining about gas hitting over a buck a gallon. Word, if I hear one more lecture about the economy while I’m trying to master my kickflip, I’m going to lose it onto the fresh asphalt. This spring air smells like raw sawdust and expensive exhaust, humming with the sound of a neighborhood being built way too fast.