From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m slouching outside the theater in my scuffed Doc Martens, the neon lights from the *Die Hard 2* sign reflecting off the asphalt like a oil slick. My eyes are glued to the crumpled newspaper in the gutter where that **'Let Them Eat Jerk,'** headline is staring back at me, but honestly, I’m just trying to look cool while humming that New Kids on the Block track stuck in my head. I pull at the loose threads on my ripped jeans and wonder if anyone’s actually gonna use this "information superhighway" thing to get rich enough to afford some real **bling**. For now, I just adjust my flannel and pretend I don't care about anything.