H is for Hammered

I was just minding my own business when this guy car comes out of know where and jumps hammers me for no reason…

Tell that to the police in the middle of a safe neighborhood and they’ll probably listen. But in the seedy part of town? At 3 am? With $100 bills hanging out of your pocket? They’ll call you crazy. The race track isn’t a safe neighborhood, it’s a battleground. Enter with your shield raised and your sword drawn. Protect your line or die on it.