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 was walking near Union Square the other night, on the way to a friend’s birthday party, when I passed by Macy’s display window.  I noticed that it was once again the time of year for the store’s Flower Show.  While this year’s theme is “A Bohemian Garden”, after looking at

For those of you who have the San Francisco book, you might remember a little passage that goes like this:   Morton’s Steakhouse:  400 Post St. @ Powell I am a golden god for giving this one to you!  Yes my friends this one here is fucking gorgeous!  Every Monday-Friday

The sun is out and the people are shining vibrant shades of pink.  Nice days in San Francisco mean mainly one thing for the denizens of the Mission, Noe Valley, and The Castro: fucking off all day in Dolores Park. I was walking through DP yesterday when I ran into

Yes that’s right.  Some absolute genius in Burlingame decided to create a museum devoted entirely to the strange and wondrous Pez and it’s dispensers.  Apparently the rarest Pez dispenser in the collection is worth $5,000 and is a Mr. Potato Head character that was was taken off the market in 1973 because

  Ah yes.  It’s that time of year again.  The St. Stupid’s Day Parade is upon us making it OK to dress up in cockamamie costumes and commit acts of complete buffoonery throughout the streets of San Francisco.  Look, I know that this sounds like everyday in the fine and glorious

I’m not a coffee drinker.  Not that there’s anything wrong with it (for fuck’s sake, we all know I have more vices than I can count), it’s just never been my thing.  But I certainly know how important the dark drink is to some people.  Back in high school I