Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Ah,
What’s there to say? You drank too much last night, made some poor decisions, and now have to live with yourself…and a terrible headache…and possibly the shits. At least going to these places will make it all more tolerable.
Few nights have been as warm, gorgeous and amazing as the fundraiser that Hard French threw for the Galería de la Raza this past August 19th, ¡Miercoles Gigante! Persia slayed as emcee and Executive Director Ani Rivera brought on a few teardrops with her heartfelt thanks and impassioned words on
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
It’s been a little while since I last updated you on the campaign trail. I know you probably see the semi-clever “please donate” things I post ever coupled days (now that I mention it, please donate), but I haven’t had a chance to fill you in on the nitty gritty
The most globally-watched competitive drinking event of all time will take place on Treasure Island Saturday, and you can compete in this historic contest. The ESPN-broadcasted Beer Mile World Classic on Saturday, August 22 pits the four athletes who’ve held the Beer Mile world record against one another for the
Restaurants are in a perpetual state of flux. A dishwasher at Gracias Madre is caught smuggling quinoa back to the Bolivian farmers who originally produced it and is shown his walking papers; a pastry chef and assistant manager at Gary Danko, nude except for a couple of heavy parkas, are interrupted in the walk-in freezer mid-coitus, white powder rimming their quivering nostrils.
Dear Stuart, Camp’s been great! The last rays of languid orange light dapple a fright wig bobbing in the R3‘s pool like a gentle blood clot in a sea of Hypnotiq. Ay, Stuart, the last day of camp is always bittersweet, and indeed my heart feels as heavy as