Her CDs all suck, so I blast the radio instead, which is only a little bit better. I go to the mall. I park in the most inconvenient place I can find so that it's less likely anyone will be around to see me when I leave. When I get out of the car, I take off my scarf to wipe off the steering wheel, the door handle, the gearshift, and the radio knobs. I toss her CDs in the trash. Trust me, I'm doing her a favor. OK, it's officially weird to be at the mall during a school day. Because there's no one here worth seeing or talking to. It's all old people. I don't mean parent old. I mean, like, grandparent old. Maybe even great-grandparent old. Why do old people even come to the mall? I go buy a new razor and some blades. That's only twenty bucks, so I still have money to spend and God knows when I'll get back here. So I should spend it now, right? I should get some clothes to match my new look. On my way to my usual store (all black, all the time), something in a window catches my eye.
