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How to Deal with Mooches Without Going (Completely) Insane
Deep in the heart of New York City’s Chinatown lies my greatest enemy. In one room of a six-bedroom apartment, he slumbers atop the mountain of dirty clothes that cover his sheet-less mattress on the floor. He eats his roommates’ food, never refills the Brita water pitcher, and would rather

The Kick Off Party for the “Broke as Hell Book Tour” is Friday Night!
Hey there fellow Brokesters! Come hangwith me before I embark on my East Coast book tour! I’ll be reading my piece “Living in San Francisco Means…” for the first time in public! Plus excerpts from my new book Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply. All

Curry Without Worry: Civic Center Tuesday at 5:30p.m.
Namaste! Curry Without Worry is without a doubt one of the greatest not for profits to which San Francisco is home. Their mission is simple – feed hungry people, for FREE. I can’t think of a principle more in line with broke ass philosophy. This (and every) Tuesday, September 20

Broke-Ass Diets: How Low will You Go?
Desperate times call for drastic measures. I was at a BBQ party the other day, and I started talking to some girl about how she used to kidney beans and ketchup for dinner and then eat white rice and mix it with different flavored jam for desert. Then we sort

WTF Is Bachata? Find out on Tuesdays!
What is bachata? Great question, my friends! We’ll talk about what I learned later. But first I must tell you that you can see for yourself Tuesdays at Bissap Baobab Village, where $8 will get you a class and the dance party after. If you decide to skip the class

2 Broke Girls: A Broke-Ass Review
Last night was the premiere of the much-hyped sitcom 2 Broke Girls. Centered around Max (Kate Dennings), a broke-ass and strong-willed waitress living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, her life is changed when former heiress Caroline (Beth Behrs) enters her life as a new waitress. Beth uses her business savvy to help

Staying Golden at the San Francisco Fire Credit Union
I take a certain degree of pleasure in whipping out my ATM card. Shiny and gray as a sleek piece of steel, it reads “San Francisco Fire Credit Union” across the front, a fact that occasionally gets me a double take. I look nothing like a fireman. I look nothing