The other day, Stuart provided the etymology for mack and hoodlum. Not one to be outdone, I’d like to turn to Tom Wolfe’s The Painted Word (the critics responses excerpted in wikipedia are hilarious and make me look like an asshole!) to explain how I can antisocially walk into a
by Broke-Ass Stuart From Edward Sharpless, the guy spearheading the movement to save Bay to Breakers: Unfortunately, I don’t have good news for you. Yesterday, I did not hear from race organizers until after 5 PM, even though we had a 4 PM call scheduled
I’m sitting at the computer in my sleeping bag today and it’s not even that cold. This apartment is like a walk-in with furniture; some sick chef’s pet Truman Show. Feel anything like Fat Tuesday, like I even know what it’s about. I equate it with Girls Gone Wild
By Broke-Ass Stuart Thanks to both Monica the Intern (from this website) and Maris from Bay Area Bourgeois for hipping me to all the great FREE shows going on during this year’s Noise Pop Festival. If you’ve got tips for great cheap shit hit me up at email@example.com. People all over
Here is a recession tip: Stop buying condoms, especially if you haven’t altered your middle school strategy and still buy a lot of shit you don’t need so you can try to slip your trojanz past the clerk undetected. We are in a financial crisis. Times are rough. People
by Broke-Ass Stuart Good God! Can you think of anything more just and holy in the world? My fingers are trembling too much from excitement to get into all the details, so just click here for the 411. It’s happening today, like right now. GO!
One summer I lived in Hana, Maui. I hitch hiked to work where I waited tables with Aunties ‘“ old Hawaiian grandmothers. On a day off I went to Red Sand Beach. Although it was “prohibited” because it bordered a traditional burial ground, you could always count on some haole