The radio is blaring Vertical Horizon over the roar of the morning commute, but all I can hear is the static of my own nerves because bread just hit over a buck a loaf at the corner store. Between the news about the summit overseas falling apart and my rent creeping up, it feels like everything is on the verge of collapsing.
Even the kids in line for the **X-Men** movie don't seem to care, just clicking their Nokia buttons and zipping around on those loud, metal scooters. I wish I had half the confidence of those young peeps in their velour suits, but looking at the $1.51 gas prices, I’m just bracing for the next hit.
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