Some people are just meant for the road.
These people have asphalt in their veins and miles logged in their heart. They go from city to city, collecting memories and friends; forgetting memories and the cares of a static lifestyle. The terms “home” and “family” have a completely different meaning.
I’m lucky to call this guy my friend. He’s got that something special it takes to make this world into a life. There’s an animal inside him.