From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The sun beats down on the low-rise denim and trucker hats crowding the sidewalk, but the neon glow from the movie theater lobby feels cold and sketchy as the price of a ticket climbs toward ten dollars. I glance at the paper and see the headline, "Schwarzenegger's Next Goal On Dogged, Ambitious Path," and I honestly can't tell if the Terminator running for Governor makes this whole political scene a joke or a nightmare. Between the hum of the Blu-ray displays and rumors of gas hitting two bucks a gallon, the air feels heavy with a tension that even the upbeat tempo of Beyoncé blaring from a passing car can’t quite shake. I just want to grab my bread for a dollar and change and head home before things get even weirder.