From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The street is a loud mess of screeching tires and "The Power of Love" blasting from a passing Camaro’s speakers, but all I can hear is that synthesized 8-bit pulse thumping through my neighbor’s window. I’m leaning against the brick wall in my denim jacket, dying to get my hands on that new Nintendo Entertainment System because the graphics look absolutely dope compared to my old shitty Atari. The news on the radio is buzzing about more kids dying in South Africa, but it mostly gets drowned out by the static of my Walkman and the roar of the city. I just keep humming along to Huey Lewis while I wait for the bus, trying to ignore how grody the humid August heat feels against my skin.