From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over my Game Boy, the cold, textured plastic biting into my palms while I try to beat my high score on Tetris. My fingers are calloused from those stiff gray buttons, but it beats staring at the scratchy denim of my acid-washed jeans while waiting for the bus. Mom handed me **$0.55** to grab a loaf of white bread on the way home, a total drag since that's change I'd rather dump into an arcade cabinet. "Blame It on the Rain" is echoing off the linoleum floors of the corner store, and honestly? Word, this day is actually chill.