From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunched over the counter in my oversized flannel, watching the neon deli sign flicker against my Doc Martens while Michael Bolton wails from the radio. I dropped my last two quarters and two dimes for a loaf of bread, and man, seeing $0.70 disappear for a few slices of toast is a total buzzkill when I’m saving up for a Super Nintendo. I almost tripped over my ripped jeans trying to catch the headlines about those freezing baymen, so my bad if I’m acting a little on edge. Between the talk of this new "photoshop" tech and the winter chill biting through my thermal knit, the world feels like it’s changing way too fast.