Baby, it's cold outside.
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December 2022

A private space for us to converse and connect
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The two men who dropped us off at the base of the commune decided they wanted to join us but failed to ask in all the many polite ways available…
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September 2022

Thank you for your patience and kindness....
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Cuddles and I ran around downtown Tempe, Arizona, seemingly joined at the hip. He was my best friend and a connoisseur guide to this homeless world that…
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January 2022

The squatter life.
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October 2021

We’ve come to the part where I’m going to embarrass myself—a lot. There is, dear reader, no way around it. I promise you my writings aren’t about my…
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The hard thing about spilling your guts online is that it has an emotional toll. Nobody did or said anything that was upsetting, as a matter of fact…

June 2021

Towards the summer’s close, Ellyn went to the courthouse to get custody of me. She wanted to “keep” me. But could she? Being kept – really being wanted…
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May 2021

A reader/follower of my Twitter feed found Ellyn. I wasn’t able to find her because, well, I spelled her name incorrectly all of these years. Becky is…
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I entered the Davis house with nothing but what was in my bag—the sum of all my possessions. I had neither toiletries nor underwear nor the simple sorts…
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April 2021

Josh and I saw each other every moment we could find. Crucially he had a car – a dark emerald green AMC Hornet, which had “FUCK AUTHORITY” spray-painted…
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