"I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be niggers anywhere." The cool wind felt good against Scott's bare chest. "I HATE niggers" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his den, making it pulsate even as the $9 coffee circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. "With a podcast, you can say anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.