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.

I’ve got a love/hate relationship with the nightlife in North Beach.  On weeknights it’s a great place to go out, hang with some friends and have a tipple with 75 year old poets.  It’s also got the Holy Trinity of bars: Spec’s, Tosca, and Vesuvio. But weekend nights in North

I’m totally digging this whole Art Walk thing.  If you remember, the Divisidero one happened a few months back and it was killer!  It was the kind of San Francisco night where each place you went to, you ran into some one you hadn’t seen in awhile.  You know what

It certainly has been eventful over here at BAS HQ lately.  For some reason people keep sending us stuff to give away and since I know you motherfuckers have no money, I’m elated to be helping you stay entertained. This time around I have two sets of four tickets to

Real quick, just thought I’d let you know that I’ll be on the radio tomorrow in the Bay Area at 9am.   Tune in to Wild 94.9 and feel free to call in too! So anyway,  for some strange reason, The Guardian asked me to host their annual “Best 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 spirit…probably not.

I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I