"SOCIOECONOMIC FACTORS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighbourhood before. There could be SOCIOECONOMIC FACTORS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE SOCIOECONOMIC FACTORS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.