I’m not gonna lie, I’m more of a drinker than a dancer.  Don’t get me wrong, if I’m out and some James Brown comes on, I’ll be the first motherfucker shaking his ass.  But in general dancing isn’t my thing.  It probably has something to do with being woefully uncoordinated.

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 really don’t know what else to say about Judgement Day that we haven’t already said here, here, and here.  Quite simply, they are bad ass!  So instead I’ll tell you how I feel about Amoeba: If god had a basement, it would look like Amoeba Records. What used to

It’s Monday.  I’m assuming you don’t have any serious plans because, as I just stated it’s Monday.  So here’s what you should do tonight: come see me read at the Monthly Rumpus.  Then we can have drinks together.  It’s gonna be too much fun! Here is all the info straight

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.

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

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