by Dee Dee Thompson I thought if I didn’t go to college, I would end up broke, living at home, working a low paying job, and unhappy. Nine years and two degrees later, I’m in debt, living at home, working a low paying job, and quite frankly… depressed. There isn’t
by Victoria Velez The concept of what a “sugar baby” truly is has been modified by mainstream media over the years, but the core ideology remains the same: a woman who enters into an “arrangement” with successful partner(s). The nature of these “arrangements” differs dramatically depending on a variety of
One thing I and many of my peers dislike is the term “Bouncer”. A “Bouncer” is usually (but not always) perceived as a thug who grunts and tosses people out of bars with little or no thought. At the very least, I am NOT that guy. I have over 30 years experience in various security capacities.
Primarily researched and written by Stephen Torres with help from Stuart Schuffman. Seeing as the 2019 Election is less than a month away we figured it was time to put out our voter guide to help you decide who and what to vote for on Tuesday, November 5th 2019. Absentee
The two ‘Catch me if You Can’ con men who came into San Francisco this past Spring and rented out 3 separate restaurant spaces on Church Street, are gone. One is in police custody, the other is at large. We’re writing this article not just because it’s a fascinating story,
If you do not have power this morning, it may be because a) you forgot to pay your bill or, b) you’re part of PG&E’s Public Safety Power Shutoff Program. Which seems a bit chaotic, but that’s mostly because PG&E isn’t taking any chances with causing any more wildfires. They
Political junkies call electoral contests such as the one coming this November an off-year election. The characteristics of such elections are: no big political office such as President or Governor, low voter turnout, and usually a more conservative electorate. But interested BAS readers can turn San Francisco’s off-year election into
It was our 2nd anniversary, Taco Bell was resting in our pickled stomachs, our President didn’t know the difference between a hyphen or an apostrophe with the waters of impeachment rising, and we were in love. My girlfriend and I were too busy to go far, so we decided to