From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouching on the sofa, the scratchy polyester of my oversized hoodie rubbing against my neck while I try to ignore my kid brother’s Furby clicking its plastic beak and blinking those creepy mechanical eyes nearby. I flip past the news ticker shouting about "A War of Words" over Iraq, but honestly, seeing politicians bicker on the tube is such a total buzzkill when Lauryn Hill is finally about to come on the radio. I can feel the smooth, translucent plastic of my new Rio MP3 player in my pocket, dreaming of the day I can actually download enough tracks from the information superhighway to fill it up. For now, I’m just messing with the fuzz on my cargo pants and waiting for the beat to drop.