From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the carpet, the static from the TV screen prickling my skin as I shove a fresh cartridge into the NES, the snap of the plastic bridge feeling totally bodacious compared to my old clunky Atari. My thumb is already aching against the hard, rectangular plastic of the controller, but I can't stop staring at the crisp pixels that look way more dope than anything I've seen before. I’m starving after school, but my pocket is practically empty since I blew my last $0.55 on a loaf of bread just to make a quick sandwich before Mom gets home. I’ve still got "Money for Nothing" blasting in my ears, the heavy denim of my jacket scratching my neck while I wait for the title screen to glow.