My dad was a champion. A fighter. He was well known in the underground business, but was unknown in the upper world. His dream was always to be a professional boxer and be known all-around the world, but it never happened. He was killed in a hit and run. People said that it was a accident, but I knew that it was on purpose. Being 6 years old and seeing his body on the ground, surrounded by his blood, changed me forever. It was the night he won his fight. A fight that would've changed