Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. I met Tamara

I totally respect anyone who decides to name a bar after themselves, and the self-named bars are almost always the best. Jimmy’s Corner in Manhattan, Sharlene’s in Prospect Heights, and now there’s Matt Torrey’s in Williamsburg. Not that you can see the name on the building. It’s only marking is

My older sister wanted to see Times Square. We stepped out of the subway station, and walked in silence for about five minutes as we dodged tourists. She stopped and looked around at the flashing signs, the creepy glow in the air and the onslaught of brand name logos, and