When I was about 16, I love going to street races in west philly. It was a blast getting drunk and watching cars. I did this till I was about 20 or so. I just grew up plus I had other shit to do. Last saturday night, a friends call me up and asked if I wanted to go downtown. I actually went to the races for the first time in about 5 or 6 years. After the first hour, I told my friend that this shit has actually gotten more dangerous since I have last been there. Five minutes later I saw an accident right in front of me.
That kid that died, I actually walked up to him and shook him just to make sure he was alive. After he moaned a little, his friends and other bystanders took over and I left. I just found out that he died just a few hours ago