From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The rhythmic pulse of "All Night Long" blares from my boombox, drowned out only by the screech of a passing Trans Am and the muffled news anchor on the radio droning about Arafat. I dig into my pocket, fishing past a wrinkled gum wrapper to find $0.50 for a loaf of bread, though I’d honestly rather blow it on an extra quarter for the arcade. My new high-top sneakers feel dope against the cold pavement as the wind whistles through my denim jacket. Across the street, some kid is actually lugging around one of those giant Motorola bricks, making a scene while everyone else is just trying to survive Tuesday.