When asked for comment, Marshawn Lynch of the Seattle Seahawks had this to say, “I’m here so I won’t get fined.”   Photo Credit: acolorgreen.com

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

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

Animal Control doesn’t handle cats. This is what I learned first as I stood, phone to ear, staring the orange mass of grime and fur moaning under a white Cadillac. “Pontiac,” I corrected myself to the man on the phone. Further: Rescuing an animal and bringing it to a shelter

I love buying things for $1.  There is no change, no counting bills.  At the corner store it doesn’t matter if there is a line or the clerk is on the phone or making a sandwich,  I just make eye-contact, show the bag of chips and throw the bill on

  Second book event in a row, but don’t get used to it. I just couldn’t ignore this because The Wire is the best marathon show of all time. Before, it was 24. American’s Next Top’model, designer, whatever, doesn’t even come close and Road Rules was arguably the worst show

  Tonight at 6:30 there is a free gathering at Lolita (266 Broome @ Allen) with Irish music and readings from the works of Danny Cassidy. Cassidy was, among other things, a lover of slang and etymology and a lot of his work strives to show the influence the Irish

The three-martini lunch used to be a staple of any Ad man or business tycoon worth a damn.  Then, in 1976, Jimmy Carter tried to bring the smack down.  He didn’t succeed entirely, but the trend of meandering, expensed, business lunches dwindled. There was a brief revival during the stock