"KIKES could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be KIKES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE KIKES" he thought. 'Erika' reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $12 methamphetamines circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of Jews. "With a Mercedes-Benz 770, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.