From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
My fingers are still calloused from failing to stack those smooth wooden Jenga blocks last night, but today I’m just feeling the bite of the winter wind through my denim jacket. I shoved a crumpled ten-dollar bill at the gas station clerk, groaning because **$1.12** a gallon is total highway robbery for a senior on a budget. I cranked the volume on "Open Your Heart" until the bass vibrated the scratchy upholstery of my seat, which was honestly awesome. Between the news about those Russian survivors and the gritty scenes from *Platoon* stuck in my head, I really just need to drive until the world feels less heavy.