Who remembers your name?

I got tail ended by a car going 90mph on a highway in Missouri. The car was distantly followed by a few police cars that weren't gaining on him at all. The worse part about it was that how the insurance works out make me cover just about all the damages sustained. :(

It sucks though, a huge L.

Mike

"Get out of the da** car!", the police yelled over loudspeakers.

I've already suffered the pain of getting shot, they won't be getting me outta da car. Not I. I made the decision to rob the bank, no mask, full notoriety. No job, no family, no kids, nothing that needs me to be here, and no legacy. Why not make a notorious run from Missouri to the Canadian border, at least the world will remember me for something. To be remembered can come down to one decision; one "in the moment" decision that stains the public memory. With no family or friends, there's no one to even notice the other stains you may have left.

So I step on the gas. No way they are getting me. I fly down the highway leaving the cops in their rompers still loading into the car. 

It's exhilarating. Adrenaline pumping through every vein of my body. A helicopter flys above me. I flick off the news cameras. Lemme give em something to remember me by. 

As I swerve through traffic, bobbing and weaving through the few other  cars that are out, one car almost ends my story in a tragic accident. It blends from my left and tries to go across all the lanes. I swerve out da way and only take out off the back bumper. 

The road ahead makes me infamous. Atleast now when I die, people will remember at least some stain.