This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the San Francisco Examiner.  In the past seven years, San Francisco has been staggering under the weight of an ugly and brutal struggle: whether to run from its past or hide from its future. You know this. We’ve all had too

With every year in San Francisco comes one fog bank rolling in after the other, peppered with the occasional rainstorm or more often than not, that lovely little ice breeze that likes to momentarily stop your heart on it’s way through your body. And yet, seemingly as quickly as the

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.

This amazing drawing that sums up SF’s tourists perfectly comes from Townme.com Lets face it — you’ve wanted to go there. You’ve wanted to have your cake and eat it too. There was never a moment where you thought maybe, just maybe, it might be totally exciting to get it

A while ago Monica gave you some inside information about the best spots to pick up tourists if you’re feeling a little, um, sensuous.  One of these places is Gold Dust Lounge located on Powell Street, smack in the middle of one of the most tourist-y spots in the city.

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.