Broke-Ass of the Week: Jason Wyman
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.
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Jason Wyman was a whore. Now, he’s married. That’s all you need to know.
Name: Jason Wyman
Age: Older than some and younger than others
Occupation: Professionally underemployed (aka writer and arts educator)
What neighborhood do you live in?: Well I say The Mission, but the neighborhood association claims it is Potrero Hill and the real estate listings say it’s New Media Gulch. Whatever.
Best money saving tip: Buy high quality ramen (like Nong Shim), not that Top Ramen shit. Sure it is a littlemore expensive, but it is infinitely more delectable. Add to it a couple of frozen wontons, greens, eggs, tomatoes, etc. and you have a filling (and spicy) meal all for pennies.
What do you refuse to spend money on?: There is nothing I flat out refuse to spend money on. Rather I don’t have money to spend.
Most expensive thing you’ve ever bought: My couch.
How’d that feel?: I was nervous, but we got an excellent deal on the interest on a credit card. So we had it paid off before interest accrued. Best decision ever! And it’s comfy not like those craigslist pieces of shit.
Favorite cheap eat: Hands down, Tulan.
Favorite dive bar: Well…it was The Eagle until it was closed. Now, I don’t have a favorite.
Best deal you’ve ever gotten: God this is a fucking hard question as I’m normally the one giving deals. Does that make me a sucker?
Favorite free thing to do: Wandering San Francisco paying attention to all the beauty of this fine city.
If you woke up a millionaire, what’s the first thing you’d buy?: Art. Lots and lots of art.
Despite not having money, do you still love your life?: I love my life. I have found incredible ease in being as poor as I am.
Do you own my book?: No, I do not. You have a website.
Best hangover cure: Weed. Or more booze. Need I say more?
Are you a hipster?: Only if singing made up songs and skipping home from the bus stop makes me one.