From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The street is a cacophony of screeching bus brakes and Bono’s hollow wail on the radio, competing with the frantic clatter of my brother’s new **Jenga** blocks collapsing in the next room. I’m leaning against the brick wall in my oversized denim jacket, listening to a group of suits argue about those "explicit" health ads popping up all over New York. It’s **def** the kind of heavy static that makes you want to tune out the world and just disappear into your Walkman. The air feels thick with the smell of exhaust and the restless, driving beat of a city that never stops talking over itself.