From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
I squint at the neon glow of the gas station sign, heart sinking to see $3.27 a gallon while that "Boom Boom Pow" song thumps so loud from a passing car it rattles my teeth. Between the headlines about insurance companies denying life-saving cancer pills and the price of a simple loaf of bread creeping up, I feel like the economy is just waiting to tell us all “you’re fired” without a second thought. The glare of sunlight hits a row of girls in oversized plastic sunglasses and leggings, all of them oblivious to the mounting bills on my dashboard. I just keep staring at the newsstand, terrified that if I blink, even $1.37 won't be enough to feed my family by next Wednesday.