This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. Sometimes, I sit down to write my column knowing exactly what I’m going say. (The one about Salesforce Tower looking like a butt plug immediately comes to mind.) I was giddy when I began writing that column.

You’ve probably heard by now that, in the wake of Mayor Ed Lee’s untimely death, the race to be the next mayor is proving to be an interesting one. While there are eight candidates running, there’s a fear that if Supervisor London Breed is given the mayorship until the election,

When the alarm went off this morning I looked at my phone and saw I had eight texts, all from a variety of unconnected people. Considering my birthday is in four days, my first thought in that foggy, not quite awake state was “is it my birthday?” I looked at

San Francisco is a special place. A place where we never leave the house without layers. Where it’s normal to call in sick to work because it’s finally 80 degrees and you want to drink a beer in the park. A place where most adults have costume boxes and where

 image from Bloomberg I was in a Lyft Line the other day. Since Lyft Line is the company’s carpool service, there was another stranger in the car, other than the driver. We’ll call her Madison since I don’t recall her name. Madison works in tech and I was telling her how

We’ve gotten complacent in San Francisco. Sure we’ve got the nation’s highest minimum wage. Sure we fought for marriage equality and won. Sure we had universal healthcare before nearly every other city in the US. But the same way the Bush administration used social issues to justify turning the country

I saw this image on my friend Tuffy’s Facebook page. He had taken it somewhere in the Mission and decided to share it. I thought “well this is gonna stir some shit” and then posted it on the Broke-Ass Stuart FB page. I had no idea just how much shit it would