From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The tinny, repetitive chirps from my nephew's Game Boy are driving me up the wall while Milli Vanilli blares from every passing car radio. Gas just crept up past a buck-ten, and honestly, seeing those prices on the pump makes my chest tighten more than the news of the world changing overnight. I ducked into the bakery to escape the damp November chill, but even fifty-five cents for a loaf of bread feels like a gamble lately. That glowing green screen he’s got is admittedly dope, but I’m too busy listening to the frantic static on the news to play any games.