I can’t quite attest to the quality of Popeye’s, as that when I have that fast food fried chicken itch to scratch, I generally pay a visit to the colonel. I have noticed, however that Popeye’s fans are ardent in their loyalty to the one-eyed mariner’s chicken shack, extolling the

Heralding the New Belgium Tour de Fat, the perennial fun-pushers at the San Francisco Bay Guardian have orchestrated one of their delightful hellraisers at the Gestalt Haus this afternoon for all you chrome and rubber enthusiasts. With slashed prices on all sorts of sudsy refreshment the happy hour promises to be a real corker.

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.