From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched in the backseat of my dad’s sedan, the rigid plastic buttons of my new Game Boy clicking rhythmically under my thumbs as I try to beat my high score. The humid air clings to my oversized neon cotton shirt, and I can hear the tinny beat of "Good Thing" humming through the radio while we pull into the station. I roll my eyes at the pump, watching the digits tick up to **$1.12** for a gallon and wondering if my summer job will even cover the weekend. Dad keeps complaining about the economy or some cheesy business headline, but I just keep my eyes on the screen, feeling the cool, textured gray casing of the handheld vibrate with every jump.