Lately I’ve been feeling very dive-y when it comes to bars.  Eff spending an hour doing my hair and makeup — I just want to go somewhere in a hoodie and hang out with my PBR in a dark, smelly corner.  Obviously it’s fun to dress up and sashay around

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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. After leaving a position

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

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. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. When Traveling Savage‘s Keith Savage

Do you like goats?  No?  Hmmm.  Have you SEEN the above photo?  Look at that precious thing!  I’m not particularly an animal lover myself — my affections are usually reserved solely for my dog, Jackie Robinson — but even I can’t help squealing over this little guy. Okay, let’s say

I know how heartbroken many of you were when it was time to say goodbye to Four Loko, the widely revered and fondly nicknamed “blackout  in a can.”  If you haven’t been lucky enough to find a neighborhood liquor store that still miraculously has Four Loko in stock, not to

One of my fondest memories of elementary school is going to the quarterly book fair.  While the popular kids who — damn them — were born with naturally straight teeth and perfect vision stood around looking bored (if beautiful), eight-year-old me was pawing through those racks, trying to find the

Lisa Peterson, our broke-ass of the week, hails from Seattle and now calls East Boston home.  She’s not afraid of rain (“just wear a hood”), once accidentally spent 4oo bucks on a meal in Iceland (damn you, Björk, and your funny currency), and sells books at a travel bookstore in

There’s not too many things I miss about being a student, but sometimes, you little bastards in pursuit of higher learning, it pays to have that tiny little plastic identification card.  Case in point:  This whole month, the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts is offering FREE entry to their