From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The rough denim of my oversized jacket scrapes against my neck as I lean against the arcade cabinet, feeling the heavy vibration of Joan Jett blasting through the speakers. I’m just trying to look dope while my kid sister drags me toward the toy aisle, her sticky fingers already tangled in the neon-pink nylon hair of a new My Little Pony. The plastic flank of the horse feels slick and cheap compared to my worn-out leather boots, but she’s obsessed with that pastel junk. I just want to drown out the cheesy store music and get back to the grit of the street before the spring chill sets in.