Well hello there, broke ass readers! As you may or may not have heard, I went to New York Comic Con this weekend in the name of our wonderful Broke Ass island of misfit toys. If you aren’t aware of what this convention is all about, the best way for

Deep in the heart of New York City’s Chinatown lies my greatest enemy.  In one room of a six-bedroom apartment, he slumbers atop the mountain of dirty clothes that cover his sheet-less mattress on the floor.  He eats his roommates’ food, never refills the Brita water pitcher, and would rather

Although I will be with my family tomorrow night talking about the baby Jesus and pretending Santa is real for my way-too-old-for-that-shit little brothers, I realize that 1. Not everyone celebrates Christmas, so to many this Saturday is just another Saturday, and 2. Since so many SF-dwellers are transplants, not