Drugs, Alcohol, Substance Abuse

Yes, I was one of the best in the league. Not a big deal. I was born with fast hands and I didn't feel pain. The fact that Lauren was almost as good was a big deal. And she drew a bigger crowd. A lot of people wanted to cheer for her because she was a girl. And a lot wanted to cheer against her. I had a feeling she was going to get more ice time than I would.


I push all thoughts of falling out of my mind and focus on being one with the trail. I roll along, up rises and into dips like a wave following the ocean floor. I steal a peek behind me, the wind rushing through my helmet openings.
Warren has dropped back. He's slowed down to take the hill. Good. I've bought myself some time. I'm formulating a devious plan. If it works the way I want it to, I'll be able to put Warren away too. Without getting myself killed in the process.