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After dealing with the stresses I have, I finally asked myself what I really enjoy. Sex? A little. Drinking? A bit. Smoking? Kinda… What, then?

Quite simple: I was born to drive race cars. It does not matter what else I do aside from that, but any day I spend NOT racing or working towards it, is another day in which I deprive myself of myself. Another day that I pick my own pocket. Another day I stab myself in the back… That time is over. It is time for me to take my future by the nape of it’s neck and “convince” it back onto the right path… A path toward racing history… Where I’ll either become a champion or die trying. Either way, I’ll be written of…