From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The flickering neon sign for *Blade II* casts a bloody red glow over the sidewalk, making the groups of teenagers in their oversized denim jackets look even more sketchy than usual. I checked the headline about Ovitz’s studio collapsing and felt my stomach tighten; if Hollywood's heavy hitters are hemorrhaging money, how am I supposed to justify paying over a dollar for a single loaf of bread? Everything feels precarious, right down to the frantic clattering of plastic Beyblades scraping against the pavement as kids battle nearby. I just hope the gas prices don't spike again before I have to drive to work on Monday.