Baker Beach, San Francisco CA Now that spring is here and presumably more warm weather, you may find yourself going to Baker Beach in the Presidio. You’ve got your beach towel, your jam box, your cooler full of tasty beverages…but it just doesn’t feel like enough. You want to feel

It’s already 70 degrees outside and the day’s not even half over. The weather thingy on my computer says the high is gonna be 78 today but what the fuck does it know? In my experience here, anytime it’s predicted to be above 73 it invariably ends up being in the 80s.

The Fear of Missing Out, a condition so nice they gave it a catchy nickname: FOMO. So cute right? Isn’t that cute? The Fear of Missing Out (FOMO, remember) is a form of social anxiety in which an individual is afraid that they are left out of something memorable (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fomo): a party,

So awhile back I was in a calendar of single Jewish guys called Mensch of the Month. I wanted the pic to be me naked with just a menorah covering my man parts, but that got a unanimous veto for some reason. I didn’t know that I had always wanted to

I try to purse my cracked lips open, sputtering through the mesh of teeth and wire. At first it’s just saliva, but then the colors begin to run red. Pressing against the back of my teeth with my tongue, I try to push the refuse through what gaps I can

If you’re like me, a dude who actually cares about how he looks and one that wants to be dapper, you feel kinda sheepish alway showing up in the exact same suit for every suit-ish occasion.

“Why’d you let that ripe piece of ass get away?” There were 20 of them. Big fuckers. No like BIG fuckers. And they were drunk too. They were standing on the corner of Broadway and Columbus, outside the pizza place, with boxes of that greasy stuff. They were commenting on