From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouched on the bus in my oversized denim jacket, the stiff collar scratching my neck while "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" blasts through my foam headphones. The scratchy wool of my sweater is making me itch, but I’m too distracted staring at the kid across the aisle gripping a **Game Boy**, my thumbs practically twitching to feel the clicky plastic buttons and that smooth, gray handheld casing. It is **totally** unfair that he’s already smashing high scores while I’m stuck reading the boring stock market headlines in my dad’s discarded newspaper. I just need to get my hands on those tactile gray directional pads; the thought of that crisp, 4-layer grayscale screen is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind in this winter slush.