OK, it has been two weeks since we’ve tackled the news. And I won’t lie, it’s been overwhelming…downright scary, the kind of shit that makes you want to crawl into bed and pull the blanket up over your head in hopes that when you surface, the bad trip has worn

Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. It is HOT in San Francisco, which I’ve decided means I am on a visceral vacation. Sitting in the heat, drinking a cold one, and reading pretty words about

  Ladies and gentlemen, I have found the one magical place on Earth where New Yorkers can go and be appalled by the price of a chili dog, revolted by the cost of a bottle of water, and be utterly nauseated by the price of a typical postcard—the one, the

Hanging out at the Rusty Knot is the equivalent of filling your living room with sand, blasting the heat, and making margaritas in the winter; it feels like summer not matter what time of year. I spent most of the summer biking up and down the West Side Highway on