"Why do the good people suffer and die? Those who have done no wrong suffer the injustice while the guilty run free?"
So many
questions I used to ask, way back in the past. Back in the days that
I thought things could possibility correct themselves, and when one
was honest and tried hard enough that things would work out in the
end.
I was a hopeful fool back then, I wasn't blind, just hopeful.
I hoped that one day my life would be okay. Everything would get
better.
Then one day I stopped caring all together.
It could
have been the day my mother and brother where murdered.
It could
have been any of the countless days that many of my friends and
family abandoned me at my times of need.
Or perhaps it was the day
of my first race.
I don't know why I went. I'd never really
cared for the crowds that ran them, or the people that gathered for
them. But had I gone to that one. I had gone, and I had raced. I put
my whole self into the race, and there I found freedom.
No limits.
No rules. You win or you don't.
You race at your own risk, and if
the cops show up, you're on your own. No-one else was there with
you.
The cops did show up that night. They wanted to stop my
fun, take away my feeling of freedom. It really was there that I
realized that the rules I had been following all my life, my sense of
right and wrong, was something I had left back at this races starting
line. I gave up on the world I had lived in for so long, and raced on
into s new life.
I raced away from the police, away from my dead
life, and let myself flow into the new sense of freedom I had
found.
Soon after that race I began to search out and race
more. As I raced more and got better, I craved it more. Street racing
was my escape.
Not too many months after that I packed up my
things and disappeared. Only keeping in contact with a couple of old
friends afterwards.
It's been at least a couple of years now,
I stopped counting the days, and one of those friends tells me that
someone we knew is seeking me out. We wonder why. I thanked her for
letting me know the latest news from the past and excused myself from
our conversation on the computer before shutting the thing down. I
had some things to think about. Like why I was being sought out, and
if I was going to let him find me.
Glancing out the window I noted
the sunset approaching and smiled, starting to head for the
door.
Those thoughts could wait until after tonight's race.
