If so, please take a photo and contact us at @BrokeAssNYC and tag @A_Color_Green. He goes by the name Mr. Green. He is armed and ludicrous. It is of great importance that we capture this hooligan. Sincerely, Team Broke-Ass
Most Greenpoint inhabitants might have no idea where Gem Street is. Small wonder given that it’s the shortest street in the Greenpoint/Williamsburg area. Still, even if you don’t know its precise location, you can always follow your proboscis. The tell-tale fishy odor should lead you right to the front loading
Homeslices, there’s a new park in Greenpoint. Completed in August and inaugurated with little fanfare by Mayor Bloomberg, Transmitter Park (named after the space’s previous tenant, the radio station WNYC) is the latest multi-million dollar renovation on the northern Brooklyn waterfront. The park is located at the end of Greenpoint
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....
“Why yes,” you say, “A free meditation class in Greenpoint is exactly what I was looking for.” If it wasn’t… get to it post-haste. It just might change your life. Maybe you’ve been thrown off going to meditation because the idea of sitting through all the dopey pageantry sounds like
If you walk down Manhattan Ave to the corner of Huron St, you’ll find the cheap and vastly popular Mexican restaurant, Papacito’s. It’s a great establishment… outdoor seating… movies in the backyard on summer Sunday nights… margarita pitchers and buckets of tecate… plus some of the best taco’s in Brooklyn.
Vans is once again back in Brooklyn, throwing their annual House of Vans parties for the summer. On Saturday, July 21st there will be another live concert taking place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. You can expect some FREE Classic merchandise customized by Christian Joy and some FREE beer, compliments of Heineken.
Yesterday, I quite literally had nothing to do except stare at my most recent bank statement wondering if somewhere in the Charles Schwab building there is a little room, marked with my name, with three pennies lying on the floor. My only alternative was trolling political forums about the healthcare