Congrats on another year closer to death, broke-asses! I spent most of my Christmas Eve in flying metal tube limbo on my way to see family. When I stepped off the plane for a layover in Vegas, no joke, there was a huge pile of shit that even the industrious

Summertime is Adventuretime and coincidentally, like Heidi, I have found myself in Portland. And I got here by the most delightful way, the train. (From Seattle after a plane ride from SF). I love the train, and it holds a very special place in my heart much like the US

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

Just got back from the wilderness where a bunch of friends and I celebrated America in liberating 100 degree weather. We shot a bald eagle with a bow and arrow, and roasted it over the fire with some gray salt, fresh ground pepper, and smoked paprika, decorated ourselves in freedom

  Currently, I’m on the coast of Oregon, land of blackberries, loggers, and oysters. My cousin just graduated from high school and most of my family was drawn–by the magnetic pressure of my aunt–to her graduation party, complete with tents and two bands. I’m getting old and my brain is

the ultimate hat head Happy Memorial Day Recovery Week! I imagine most of us, like good Americans, are spending the day wondering exactly where the inevitable poison oak rash will show up, tending to damaged livers and patchy sunburns, and still uncomfortably digesting all those hot dogs. I also imagine

Guess what, boring lady? I don’t give a fuck. After meeting up with a friend tonight, I realized that I’ve become completely boring. Not only because she had traveled to places that are far enough that they show you two movies on the plane, hung out with friends in a

Not to brag or anything, but I have some wonderful friends. And one of these wonderful friends just had a birthday and rented suite at a pretty fancy schmancy place down in Palm Springs. (It was great, Mom. We braided each others’ hair, had one two many glasses of chocolate

“Girl you have a problem”: my favorite comment on my video Let me tell you a morning time (or whatever time you are reading this, really) story. A long long time ago back when we were all younger, like four years ago, you couldn’t post videos to Flickr. I know,