Some of you will instinctively reject my premise and probably me, personally, for being enough of an asshole to express it. But I must say it. In my estimation, the most ethical thing you can do when holding a piece of your personal trash is to simply relax your grip.

We here at BrokeAssStuart.com like to show love to the people who make cities like San Francisco and New York special. That’s why we’re doing a series called Local Legend of the Week. This is our chance to hip you to some of the strange, brilliant, and unique folks who populate these towns and give them the character that people from around the world have come to love.

Look outside. Did you see the bombs drop this morning? Did you hear the bullets sizzle? Did you cover your ears to protect yourself from the screams of chaos and desperation? Did you smell the smoke? San Francisco is at war right now. Literally, no, but I wouldn’t reduce it down

The Friend Zone. I have put many men in this category. They are amazing, funny, smart and nice. They’re even fairly good looking. So what’s the hold up??? I don’t want to get naked with them. Why? No idea. The sexytime urge just didn’t happen from the start. You can like someone, have

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.

Facebook has recently decided to inundate us with forced and annoying advertisements for Apps. I’m intrigued by maybe two of out every ten because most look pretty useless. When I do decide to take a chance it never ends well. They are usually overly complicated or are trying to be

Pretty much every Bay Area comedy or improv personality has a story of ‘that one time Robin Williams came to my show’. They all say he was hilarious, personable. sweet and forever willing to lend a hand to any random two-bit local performer’s event, with no personal financial gain for