From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon marquee for *The Mexican* blurs through the drizzle, but sixteen dollars for two tickets is an absolute robbery given how gas prices are creeping toward a buck-fifty. I can’t stop staring at the tabloid headlines about corporate profits soaring while I’m stuck counting quarters for a loaf of bread; it’s honestly giving me way too much anxiety, like total TMI for my brain to process on a Friday night. Below the flickering lights, girls in low-rise flares and chunky platform sneakers clutch their shopping bags, their silhouettes looking just like those bug-eyed Bratz dolls everyone is obsessing over. Everything feels too fast and too expensive, and I can't even focus on the movie posters without worrying if I'll have enough left in my wallet for the bus ride home.