From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
Kelly Clarkson is blaring from the silver Corolla idling next to me, but all I can hear is the rhythmic clicking of my turn signal and the crushing weight of that neon sign—**$3.27** for a gallon of regular. It’s sketchy out here with the news radio buzzing about Iraqi elections and the fear that everything we know is shifting beneath our feet. I know I’m being a newbie at this whole "economic crisis" thing, but seeing the price of bread climb while everyone talks about some weird digital Bitcoin is enough to make me lose it. Look, Imma let you finish your song, Kelly, but I’ve got to figure out how to afford these groceries and a Zhu Zhu Pet without going broke.