Racing, Pacing and Revenge

I was racing my car around the track. I was a close second. I was slowly catching up to Jeff in first. I was on his tail, then got clipped from behind. I lost, and every day I relive that race. I could have won. I lost my sponsors, my wife left with my dog and I’m broke, to poor to go to the bar. I ask people for money on the street, and try to smile when they give me spare change. I had nightmares about the race until I won the lottery. Now I own the track.