“Hungry Eyes” came on the radio. I turned it up, in fact, I cranked it. I acknowledged the green light, and proceeded through the intersection with great caution. I did not turn it up because I liked the song; no, God forbid, no, I hated the fucking song. As far as I was concerned, Eric Carmen was a lucky piece of shit for that career revival move of riding the coat tails of the success of the overly mediocre movie “Dirty Dancing.” At this moment, I would rather hear this horrible tripe for music than hear another racist rant from my boss.