by Broke-Ass Stuart     I rarel’‹y give my full endor’‹semen’‹t to a music’‹ group’‹.’‹ Sure I may help promo’‹te a frien’‹d’’‹s thing’‹ every’‹ once in awhil’‹e,’‹ but it’s not often’‹ that I’m willi’‹ng to throw’‹ my weigh’‹t behin’‹d somet’‹hing and give it my full seal of appro’‹val.’‹ That

  Photo from NY Magazine     This past week had pretty much fucked me over hardcore.  My apartment got broken into last Monday, and my computer got stolen, along with my roommate’s Playstation 3 and Nintendo Wii.  This is the third time I’ve gotten broken into (plus mugged once,

  It’s the day after and cupid has shit in his diaper and cigarette breath.  I, on the other hand, have jalepeno tequila on my breath and haven’t defecated – too much cheese at the  house party in Bushwick.  It was manageably “festive” – a guy drew a picture of

When a fashion week party has an open invite on Facebook it is standard procedure to rag on it.  However, when that open Facebook invitation includes the words “Open Belvedere Vodka Bar”  silence takes over and little hands get RSVP’ing.  I have no idea how long they will be accepting reservations,

      Do you ever feel like you’re just one pint of chunky monkey away from uttering ‘œwake me up when I’m a size five?’  Are you afraid of cheapening your relationship with your significant other by falling into the traps laid out for you by the Valentines Day

    New York, New York, big city of dreams…ugh…shit ain’t so pretty these days is it?  With the economy residing in Poopsville, more and more people are getting the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech from their employers.  Yes, pink slips are raining down on New York like a

  I went to Holland Bar to verify a NY Times article.  I left thinking it was like Cheers. Not cable TV, Beacon Hill, Boston Cheers. This is “HBO Special” Hell’s Kitchen Cheers.  The “Open” sign on the door was hand written on a half-sheet of computer paper.  The Spartan selection

  Going to free stand up comedy shows is like trying to swallow pills made for horses: sometimes it goes well, other times it just doesn’t and you want to die.  About a year ago I went to a small standup show in a backroom the size of a refrigerator