Lament Over the Red

October 09, 2006. Formula One. Japan. Suzuka. Michael Schumacher's engine blows up and the oily, pudgy Spaniard wins.

One race left. We need Alonso to retire or crash or something and at the same time, we need Michael to win the race.

Small margin for victory.

If Michael loses, i might kill myself. Shallow? As shallow as young girls trying to kill themselves while trying to achieve supermodel ideals? Probably.

Fuck all is what say.

I want Michael to win his last race. Then and only then shall i be content to live out the remainder of my sordid life.

Adieu.