This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner.  I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents. It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis of

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I mean, I guess there’s some patriarchal bullshit involved, intimating that it’s shameful when a woman does it. But for as long as I can remember, the

Updated at 12:15pm In a city where we jump at any excuse to frolic in strange outfits, is there anything sadder than the closing of a costume store? Especially one that is 25 years old? Yes friends, Costumes on Haight is unfortunately closing and this is sad news. It’s just

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. There’s something I need to say. It’s a tough thing to do and takes bravery, but this has been weighing on my moral compass for far too long. It’s about time someone comes out with it and speaks

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner.  I live at the corner of Needles and Diarrhea. OK, those aren’t the real names of the streets in my SoMa/Mission neighborhood, but if our thoroughfares were christened after the things most prevalent on them, there’d be a

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner.   I’m currently sitting in my parents’ kitchen. It’s hot in San Diego. Hell, it’s been hot all over the state this past week, and I’m so glad that places in SoCal have air conditioning. Visiting San

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner. It’s that time again. The call goes out on Facebook, comments are made, friends are tagged, emails come tumbling in. There’s even a post on Craigslist … My roommates and I are searching for a new person