Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings

You Can't Count On Me

A wanderer who doesn’t stay anywhere long enough to leave footprints. He moves because stopping feels like dying. The horizon keeps its distance, and he likes it that way. No roots, no promises, no audience—just a man, a machine, and the miles that keep him honest.

Boots on the horizon

A man learns that sometimes the hardest victories are the ones no one sees--the moments he chooses restraint, integrity, and a cleaner path forward even when anger tempts him sideways. It highlights how wisdom, love, and a steady heart can rewrite the future one choice at a time. 

You Can't Count On Me

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