I'm driving in my car.

I turn on the radio. The old-fashioned, free kind.

I hear like, four notes. I'm thinking Rod Stewart. Hot Legs.

I go into Karaoke mode.  

But no. I’ve been duped. It's not Rod Stewart. It’s Grand Funk. We’re an American Band.

I’m not in a Grand Funk mood. I don’t want anybody coming to my town. I don’t want to party it down. I'm in Karaoke mode for god's sake. I want some Rod Damn Stewart. I need some Rod Damn Stewart.

I change the station. There's Rod, wrapping up my request , all nasty and precognitive like, 'Hot Legs, keep my pencil sharp... ' 

I have a higher calling. I'm sure of it.