From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over my desk, the rough cardstock of a holographic Charizard scratching against my palm as I sort my deck. Enrique Iglesias is blaring through my chunky headphones, a low-bitrate track I spent all night downloading on Napster while the new AirPort base station hummed nearby. My mom is totally trippin' because I won't put down my new BlackBerry, but she doesn't get how cool the tactile click of the tiny plastic keys feels under my thumbs. I just want to vibe in my baggy cargo pants and forget that the summer is fading into another lame school year.