Prince’s guitar is screaming through the static of my transistor radio, urging me to go crazy, but I’m just trying to keep it together while the news babbles about people locking their lives away in safe-deposit boxes. Between the screech of those new CD player demos and the heavy thud of construction down the block, the city feels like it's vibrating apart.
I just handed over **$0.50** for a single loaf of bread, and honestly, the speed of these price hikes is anything but awesome. I adjusted my oversized sweatshirt, watching a kid frantically click a Transformer into a jet, wishing my own nerves could be rearranged that easily.
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