RoadReads: ‘I Couch-Surfed Across America—and Lived to Tell’

Think of it as an unsexed form of ChatRoulette, where members bounce from futon to futon or guest to guest in pursuit of good karma, or the weird, or the authentic, or just a rager that’s going to be totally wild. It caters to a certain type of traveler who craves social experiences the way a skydiver craves that rush of blood to the head; call them the hospitality junkies.

Tim Murphy explains; walks the headstrong-or-homeless line for MotherJones. Read it here.