From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the gas station sign flickers, mocking me with $1.51 a gallon while I adjust my low-rise jeans and pray the car starts. I squint at the newsstand through the steam of my breath, seeing that the Big East Final Is Just a Formality for UConn; it’s just another sure bet in a world that feels increasingly expensive and uncertain. All my peeps are inside arguing over which movie to see, but I can’t stop staring at the headlines and the rising cost of a loaf of bread. I just want to disappear into my headphones and let that J.Lo remix drown out the fear that I’m running out of time and money.