From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunched in my low-rise jeans, lit by the neon blue glow of a Nintendo Wii display while Ludacris blasts through my tinny earbuds. My dad is hovering over a crinkled newspaper, muttering about how New York Isn’t the World’s Undisputed Financial Capital anymore, but I just roll my eyes because he’s being totally sketchy. If he doesn't stop stressing and just buy me this console, honestly, "you're fired" as a parent. I need to get home and ROFL at people on Twitter before we head to the midnight screening of *Saw III*.