From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The mall is a total blur of electric lime spandex and oversized shoulder pads today, and honestly, if I have to hear Cutting Crew on the overhead speakers one more time, gag me with a spoon. My eyes are stinging from the glare of the neon arcade signs, but I’m too busy watching Mark try to pull a block from that stupid Jenga tower without the whole thing collapsing in front of everyone. Between the headlines about trade sanctions with Japan and the guys trying to look like corporate sharks in cheap suits, everything feels like a weird movie. I’m just staring at the flickering TV wall, wishing I could disappear into the static until the weekend finally hits.