"TROUBLEMAKERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been to the island. There could be TROUBLEMAKERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE TROUBLEMAKERS" he thought. YMCA by the Village People reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the diet coke now with cane sugar circulated through his swollen, thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of liberals after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.