Mom told you not to talk to strangers. But what mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. New York is a big city and if you happen to step foot outside of your humble abode you might encounter people you may never see again in your life. Unlike the Southern or

I’m running on five hours sleep. In the last 48 hours I’ve had a total of ten hours of rest. I’m not exactly strapped for cash but I’m not exactly living the lifestyle of the rich and famous either. At the moment I’m looking to leave the job I’ve been

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

  As I sit in the International Bar (thanks to Bobby’s recommendation), I’m staring at a picture of what looks to be Bettie Page. I exchange texts with my sister about the Earthquake that hit Virginia. You know the one everyone on the east coast claims they felt. Public Enemy’s

When I envision Boston, I picture every Red Sox fan walking around with a shirt containing this logo.   I love New York. I was born and raised here, currently live here and I might die here next week. (Word of advice: stay on a woman’s good side.) Yet the

Remember when the government agents were holding shot-guns instead of walkie-talkies right before E.T. took off with Elliot? If you do then you were old enough to have seen “E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial” back in the 80’s. (The 80’s, wow that was so long ago.) I love E.T., it’s one of

Hooray!!! Ten Dollar T-Shirts Everyday!!! Let’s face it, you love t-shirts. Who doesn’t? It’s so casual and when they have something on them it makes for a nice ice-breaker to begin a conversation. Personally I like to be unique, so when I see someone else wearing a shirt with the

Who knew the A Train made stops at Care-A-Lot There I was on my day off about to place my hard earned money for the week into my savings account when a sense of gloom came over me. It’s the same feeling most New Yorkers get every month, every week