The static on the radio is driving me mad, jumping between Stevie B’s "Postman Song" and the grim reports of that poor kid killed outside the junior high. I can’t even find solace at the corner store anymore, not when a single loaf of bread has climbed to **$0.70** and the grit of the street feels like it’s seeping through my thermal knits.
It’s a total buzzkill watching everyone rush for last-minute gifts while the world feels this fragile. I’m staying **Home Alone** tonight with the door bolted, far away from the sirens and the hollow thud of Doc Martens on the icy pavement.
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The Headlines
Youth Slain in Gang Fight Outside a Junior High School