"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.