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Greenpoint 'Last Saturdays' Block Party
Even if you don’t have a wad of cash in your pocket, who says you can’t enjoy a little window shopping. Fellow Broke-Ass Anna G has already clued us into stress-free sanctity that is Franklin Ave in Greenpoint, and after making a pilgrimage myself, I have to agree with her.
Hooray for Ray's Candy Store
Okay, guys, ready? One, Two, Three… “COLLECTIVE SIGH OF RELIEF.” So, you know how people who have lived here long enough to still call Hi-Fi the bar Brownies and remember when Tompkins Square Park was a shanty town (although it still kind of is… one homeless man once presented me
Cool Ass Building: Arby's on Fulton Street
For fast food in a fancy atmosphere, there are two options: 1. Wait until Valentine’s Day when White Castle on Metropolitan covers their tables in with cloths and offers table service. 2. Go to Arby’s in downtown Brooklyn. It’s the exact same menu that’s been a staple of suburban high
Karnival of Kuriocites and Dangerous Ingestions
Foremost on the as-yet compiled list of Things You Should Not Ingest, I’d imagine, would be razor blades. Common sense dictates that sharp edges plus soft internal flesh equals pain and possibly a very bloody death. Eating swords is similarly discouraged. And yet, ingesting dangerous things is something that people
Broke-Ass of the Week – Jonathan Gregorio from Funsherpa
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. Jonathan is the dude over at
Terrorist Attacks and Doin' It!
I generally buy books. I either buy them on Amazon or at The Strand or sometimes even full price at a place like McNally Jackson or St. Marks Books because I am all about supporting local outfits. All of that made me sort of forget about the fact that there
Cheap Laughs at the UCB Del Close Marathon
Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and