It was part of my black 1993 Eagle Talon’s cassette player’s (and later my 2005 Chevy Cobalt’s CD player’s) rotation for well over a decade. It also introduced me to a new and dangerous vocabulary. Growing up in the somewhat sheltered confines of Wichita, I’d never heard of nor seen a “Gat” a “tech 9 tronic”, a “Six-Fo”, “hollow …