From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The street smells like asphalt and cheap gas as my portable CD player skips to J.Lo, the tinny beat competing with heavy bass vibrating out of every passing Honda. I’m standing in line for the matinee of *Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me*, trying to perfect my Dr. Evil impression while some guys behind me argue about the first rule of Fight Club. Whatever—I just want to get inside the AC and trade these holographic Pokémon cards before the lights go down. Between the radio buzzing about Russian tanks in Kosovo and the screech of dial-up back home, I just need ninety minutes of being shagadelic.