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.

Aside from foraging and hunting, you can’t get more back to basics than growing your own food.  Unfortunately, for some, the task of keeping a houseplant alive is one that often ends in sadness It really isn’t entirely without reason-With few exceptions, you really can’t stick a twig in the

I’m really excited. I’m surprised I’m even able to feel again since I was pretty sure my life was over after Jesus let it rain like fuck on Easter Sunday, thus ruining my holiday.  It  forced me to spend most of the afternoon inside the Pork Store Cafe chugging mango mimosas

It’s no secret we love Workshop around here, because who doesn’t love learning how to decorate your $10 IKEA side table with old MUNI transfers or watching girls participating in Aerobics set to a Def Leppard soundtrack? Up until now most of the classes have been “For Newbies”, intro-level kind

Jumpin Java is a great place to get work done. They’ve got free wi-fi, mellow background music and more electric outlets than a marijuana grow room. In fact, since my girlfriend lived near when I was writing my SF book (and I was homeless and staying with her), I wrote

With the Art Institute, Academy of Art, and CCA making their homes here, the Bay Area is rife with young ‘œartists,’ the local galleries teeming with amateurish art shows.  (There, I said it. And I’ll warn you now that if you’re already offended, you probably should not read any further.)

I just saw this a few minutes ago on Facebook.  The restaurant Namu has been doing this thing on Mondays where they give out FREE food while a DJ spins and motherfuckers dance their asses off.  If that doesn’t have your broke-asses written all over it, then I’ve completely underestimated