Thursday, with its alliterative potential, sometimes acts like a time machine transporting us back to those college years where you were celebrating the arduous task of nearly completing a hard week; 4 days of getting up late for the 10 o’clock History of Racial Thought and eating at the cafeteria’s late-night
It seems like Thursday keeps getting better! I’ve already told you about the ill-ass party at Shotwell, but guess what else is happening? Oh wait, you totally guessed The Divisidero Art Walk didn’t you? That’s what I get for putting it in the title. Well just pretend like you were surprised ok?
First off, just in case you were wondering, last’s night’s Mos Def/Curtis Mayfield party was off the hook. I damn near sweat through my clothes because I was dancing so much. Curtis Mayfield does that to a motherfucker. Ya know? It’s seeming like Thursday night should be a pretty
Karaoke has absolutely no special place in my heart. I tried to sing once in Rock Band or Guitar Hero and it was abysmal. Seems appropriate then that a catering company hasn’t been booking me for gigs because their caffeine jacked, overly tanned, San Diegan only wanted his floor crew
I read a ton of magazines. I read books too, I swear to God, but as absurd, elitist, and unrealistic as fashion magazines often are, I still love reading them. On a basic level, it’s just brain candy; beautiful girls in awesome clothes are fun to look at. And I
If you remember, a few months back I hyped a Pacific Standard Time (PST) party that had FREE food from Farmer Brown and some live soul music at 330 Ritch. It was a lot of fun and of course I was the first one in line to get some of
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 spiritâ€¦probably not.