Everybody remembers you differently.

Someone swears by you. Someone wishes they never met you. You know why.

Saints in Debt comes from carrying both and still trying to build a life you can stand behind.

Some debts are promises. Getting your family out. Paying back the person who fed you when you didn’t have shit. Keeping your word when it finally costs you something.

Others stay with you. The years you burned. The trust you broke. The apology you waited too long to give.

Then there’s what you want. Money. Freedom. Something of your own. You work your ass off for it, but getting there won’t settle what you left behind.

The saints are ordinary people trying to do right with an imperfect history. The debt is everything they still carry.

You wear the name knowing you have something left to make good on.