“Real fun” was the theme of my time in Breckenridge. Our hostel group spent Thursday, January 14th at Beaver Creek—the resort we’d all...

Among the transients at the hostel when Mountain Man and I arrived was a woman, who I’ll call Sandra. Sandra was the owner of the red...

Right after nightfall on January 12th, 2016, Mountain Man’s Toyota bumped over the chunky, driver-plowed alleyway towards the warehouse,...

Mountain Man and I crossed the Utah-Colorado border on January 12th, 2016 at 7:23 AM. We stayed in Colorado until the 18th of January,...

The credit for planning the eleven-day roadtrip to Colorado goes entirely to Mountain Man. Having gone to school in Colorado for a year,...

After wrecking on the ski slopes in front of Mountain Man, I began skiing as often as possible so that I might get better at it, or at...

I didn’t join Mountain Man on Opening Day. In fact, I put off joining him on the slopes for as long as I could. I made a lot of wild...

As October of 2015 came to a close, there was a shift in the nature of the parasitism between Mountain Man and I. We’d completed our...

When I first met the man who eventually became my parasitic twin in 2015, we were very different people. As I already mentioned, I was a...

TRIGGER WARNING: The following post discusses toxic relationships in some detail. It also contains X-Ray imagery of my collarbone and...

I had moved out of my parents' house early in the summer of 2015. I didn't go far—just to Berkeley, California, twenty minutes away from...

Imagine that you’re on an evening walk through your neighborhood. It’s part of your end-of-the-day routine. Maybe you take a little...