From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The scratchy, holographic coating of my Mewtwo card catches the sun while I slump in the passenger seat, fumbling with the bulky buttons of my Discman. My dad grumbles about shelling out **$1.15** a gallon at the pump, which is such a total buzzkill when "Genie in a Bottle" is finally playing on the radio. I can feel the stiff denim of my oversized JNCOs rubbing against the sticky vinyl upholstery as we idle in the August heat. Between the metallic click of my pager and the frantic hum of the gas pump, I just want to disappear into the theater to finally see Bruce Willis in that ghost movie.