From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The stiff denim of my oversized overalls chafes against my skin as I slouch in this sticky plastic theater seat, waiting for the lights to dim for *Under Siege*. I’m fidgeting with the scratchy, polyester fur of my sister’s Barney plush that I swiped just to be a slacker, feeling the cheap stuffing shift under my thumbs while Boyz II Men echoes through the lobby. Everything feels like total spam lately, especially since the cashier rolled his eyes at my crumpled bills and the rough, recycled paper of my ticket stub. I just want to zone out and watch Steven Seagal kick some serious teeth in.