The Spookiest Time of the Year is upon us! Do you know what you’re going to be for Halloween yet? I’m having a hard time deciding between Sexy Office Worker and Sexy Blogger. In other words, I’m not dressing up as anything. What does this look like, the third grade?

You know when you’re sitting in your car in gridlocked traffic, cursing the world and wishing you could just get home while knowing you have to face another day of traffic again tomorrow? Or when you bump into someone with your car and instead of letting you go they insist

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

It’s Fall! Winter’s sneaky little sidekick is creeping up on us quickly.  As I write this you may be chopping down a bundle of firewood to get you through the upcoming frozen hell of whatever place you live in. Fall hasn’t reached California yet. We are still blessed with jacket-optional

  Sometimes when you are broke, there are very few ways to indulge in self-gratification. I am thinking of two in particular and I’m pretty sure you can guess what one of them is. If you guessed reading, you are right! You don’t win anything, sorry. But you do get

I have $2 in cash right now. That’s it. I have money in my savings, in case shit gets real, but as for budgeted money I can spend, TWO DOLLARS. I was thinking about this today and remembering past days when my number was in the negative. I’d have to

At the risk of sounding like a loud-mouth, white trash, pageant mom, I GOT Y’ALL SOMETHIN’ TA SAY, GODDERNUT! I love coupons! I do. There comes a time, at the end of your grocery store run, when the coupons come out of the cash register with your receipt. That is

  There are certain universal problems that people of lesser-affluence share. Besides ignoring serious medical issues, being too broke to put an egg in your Top Ramen and being forced to wear the Kardashian clothing line at Sears, there is the very frustrating issue of dealing with the Slumlord. Rents

According to the love of my life, Wikipedia, a sensory deprivation tank is a “lightless, soundproof tank inside which subjects float in salt water at skin temperature.”  Once again, that sly bastard is right. I now know from experience due to a recent trip to the one on my block.